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They say everyone has three faces:
The one they show the world
The one they show their family and friends
The one they never share with anyoneI watched her burn the world with her gaze
Her mouth was her deadliest weapon though,
Because that mouth showed no mercy
A burning ember. A quiet rage.When no one was around
When no one watched
When no one heardHer face would change
It was not fire that burned behind her irises,
It was not rage that caused that permanent pout of her lips
No, her eyes shone with unending painShe'd let me see sometimes,
That endless vault of pain
Scrapes and pieces she gave but I was a beggar
I took them all, stored them like precious jewelsFor it was an honor to receive her trust
For in those scrapes, she'd given me the gift of understandingI now knew why she burned the world
Understood the quiet wrath
Understood the mask she wore around those she cared forThree Faces
Three People
Three LivesI wonder which face was more vulnerable?
Which more precious?
And I wonder, which face did she show me?_______________________________
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Title – "Rose in Harlem" ~ Teyana Taylor
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