Faces of happiness
Faces of madness
Faces full of pride
Faces wondering where to hide
Faces filled with wonder
These are the many faces we wear
Faces worn because we don't dare
Too afraid of being hurt
We hide our faces in the dirt
Faces of love
Faces that won't look above
Faces full of pain
Faces that have no name
Faces full of concern
Faces of hearts that are broken and burned
These are the many faces we wear
Faces worn because we don't dare
Too afraid of being hurt
We hide our faces in the dirt
Faces whose eyes tell a story
Faces that hide whatever is gory
Faces that are full of fear
Faces that mourn for past years
Faces of laughter
Faces that claim nothing matters
These are the many faces we wear
Faces worn because we don't dare
Too afraid of being hurt
We hide our faces in the dirt
These are the many faces we wear
Faces worn because we don't dare
Too afraid of being hurt
We hide our faces in the dirt
Too afraid
Oh so afraid
Too afraid of being hurt
We hide
Oh how we hide
We hide our faces in the dirt
(1997)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dionne, it is so true, what you say in this poem, I can see this fact everyday while riding the trains of New York City, a thousand faces hiding secrets of the unknown, afraid to reveal their true identities...well penned you got my vote,10+++keep it up! (hoping that you would have the time and read my poem titled 'LIKE A BUTTERFLY', keep it up!