Tba (To Be Announced) Poem by Kewayne Wadley

When you think of me, what truly comes to mind,
Do you see just a face, filled with eyes and an mouth.
Soon to pass you by, a stranger whom reflection is irrelevant.
Do you see an mural painted in vivid color, plastered high against the wall. Highlighted attributes of all the fibers that defines a face you hope to never forget.
Am I transparent, am I a stick figure with a big head with round squiggles for hair,
With room left to grow,
Am I even a passing thought in the constantly changing world of your thoughts