Self Portrait
They're on the wall is a self-portrait of me
In a small local art gallery
A small group of people looking at the picture
There are few who agree look at his Eyes
Look at his eyes
I show no smile no teeth lips put together
In awe and I wonder why are they still looking
Wondering still why are they still standing and continue staring
I'm still mesmerized and why they still categorizing
Yet to my surprise they still say as I asked why
They silently chant whisper and all look at his eyes
Look at his eyes
For the eyes are the mirror to the soul
Look at them they're so golden and round brown and bold
And all the world's dysfunction and turmoil
And if I if I can see he has peace in his soul
Whether this like knowledge to whether it is known
It is truly shown I can see it on the wall the painting of his face
Shows no shame no disgrace such a beautifulness
And it's all shown in his eyes in his eyes
He has the peace of God
In his eyes for you see this is my self portrait on the wall
08/20/2017
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