TWO FACES BUT THE SAME ME
TWO FACES BUT THE SAME ME
If you see me in the crowd and you think you know me, why don’t you say hello
Look upon my face, do you see the sad or the glad? Can you tell I am a happy fellow?
Indeed, I wear two faces, one for the weather and one for the public, in this Republic.
People are crucified for the things that they did or did not do, and no one contributes.
Early one morning, I took a walk on the beach, and there I found a hermit crab sleeping.
Its underbelly was a nest of eggs; if I should crush its head, it would go on weeping.
The offspring it carries would never be born, so I gently move it aside as I walk by.
The other side of me you did not see in the crowd is my gentleness when I cry.
Looking deep into my eyes, there is a fire burning for answers. Please don’t ask me why
Someday, my face will tell the story I have known until then, so I will get off the phone.
Raw Energy Kenvil Atkins, poet
Caribbean Poetry Series book 11
