Art upon his face:
Wearing a natural mask
to become a woman of poise.
He has the skill
to keep his mouth closed—
While instinctively putting on mascara.
Placing one leg in,
Then the other with ease—
Always careful not to snag the material.
Staring back at his reflection:
You can do so much better than me.
Tears scream down,
washing away bronze eyes—
Left with two black scars
down his face.
In
the end,
all that’s left
are his deep blue
eyes reflecting back at him.
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