My Usual Audience Poem by Eloida Capuno

Soon I will be facing once more
My usual audience
They who stare at me
With curious eyes
hair unkempt, hands
with steel bracelets

I will be looking again
On the other side where
they are seated
The old lady garbed
in flashy clothes
Seething at the man
who stole her gold

A few inches from me
Is the trying hard liar
Convincing me with his
alibis and menacing smile

And then the boy who
seemed so shy
You'd think he couldn't
harm a fly
But behind bars is
one tough guy

These are my usual
audience
In my little show where
I play the lead
But after each curtain call
the stinging reality bites.