When I look slightly to the right,
My face seems pretty symmetrical:
My nose slides down at an acute angle,
The left eyebrow is full and smooth,
The bag under my eye almost complements
The apple that appears when I smile.
This side of my face is the one I show the world.
Now I look to the left,
The side of my face I felt the need to hide
With my hair for a long time.
The tip of my nose faces this side of my face,
Bumpy and slightly deformed
As though I scratched it off my face and had to put it back on again,
But I messed up and it came out wonky.
There is a vein which pops out of the eye-bag on this side
I cry too much—it's a sign,
and the brow here is empty and sparse
As though I've locked it in a dark room and forgotten to water it.
But when I look straight ahead, you get to see everything.
Two faces become one, and I don't hide anything.
When I laugh the happiness reaches my eyes
And the wrinkles and lines that form on my skin
Is evidence enough that I am both of these things;
A constant juxtaposition,
Two ends of the spectrum at the same time
Simply human and