To those who look

nothing seems extraordinary

a standard face, two eyes

a nose, high cheek-bones

"just like her sister"      

twin, might I add

dressing through the latest fads

nameless

simple

me.

 

To those who look 

I could not exist

and still no-one would miss

this traitless face

unbought disgrace

of anonymity

in a sea of same

after same

after same

driving me

and you, no doubt,

insane.

 

Listen. 

 

To those who listen

wonders abound

hear me now

think on the words I speak 

and imagine originality

personality

pride and contribution to

the faceless world

of chosen blindness,

close your eyes and I am my thoughts

spoken aloud to you 

carefully wowing you

 

I am not the same

 

not anymore.

 

Hear a flawless mind 

rattling through time her fine

and detailed opinions on the world

through a mouth which looks nothing

like a special type of anything

but can be more, express more

caress more carefully the 

wiles of the world gone wild

 

chime in if you want

climb in if you want

to my mind

my thoughts

and hear the flawless unbought grace of life

stasis of life through words which mean more

than faces do

 

I am flawless because I'm more than faces see

more than eyes make me

more than you or I

or any mirror appraises me to be

so listen, 

don't just look

judge with open ears; 

I am not a covered book

 

To those who listen: I AM FLAWLESS

To those who look: look away