POEM| A Smile

See, I have a smile on my face
but it’s not really a smile
This is my smiley face
my alter-ego
the one I switch to
so I’m not told to smile
or considered unpleasant
when I approach people
who think one has to wear
a smile all the damn time
It’s the disguise I wear
once I’m outside my space
to fit in the world
so I don’t get asked If I’m okay
It’s my side kick
that comes along with me
everywhere I go
so I can be considered normal
Sometimes, I choose to
widen my mouth just a little bit
Other times, I show a few teeth
if I think its needed
but when I’m within my safe space
my masks come off
my real face comes on
and I’m glad
I don’t have to pretend anymore

Do you ever feel this way?

Mariam Shittu

4 thoughts on “POEM| A Smile

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  1. I do and it’s funny how much effort we put into making people think of us a certain way.
    I’ve been told that I look too serious, scary or intimidating when I don’t smile.
    So the question is how long can we stay in the mask?

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    1. We can never really pretend for too long. I just really hate being asked if I’m okay because I don’t have a smile on my face. I had a recent experience and that’s what prompted this post.


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