I wake to a dawn on my face
its a call i must take
I will change the mirror i looked into yesterday
because it didnt define me well to me today
My strength as been misjudged for my weakness
I plan to take them through their judgement
My diary will give the account with no end
I will write a full page on my face each day for them
My diary will have a narrator
and i the author
sitting in the crowd is the prosecutor
but my life will be a town talk
because my face is being at all times on a page-off.
Topic(s) of this poem: courage
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