my face is not my own but it is
labored vision is a privilege
making people smile is always an option
my body is an excuse for entertainment
i’ve been labored i’ve been privileged with the duty of smile
my face is stubble and magic
it’s electric is the rhythm to my heartbeat
families make home of my face
i make a home worth smiling
i’ve been mammy i’ve been privileged with the duty of smile
my face is a joke with two punchlines
neither here nor there is enough i must show it all
my job is to entertain and that’s all i’ve been privileged to do
if you don’t like the sound of my voice shut me off
i’ve been silent i’ve been privileged with no power which sounds
like dead
my face is Days of Our Lives
drama is the biggest gift life can give something to fight for
freedom is something to fight for like a loose noose
i’ve been the tragedy everyone is willing to tune in for and tune out
my face will not make you ten pounds lighter
i can’t tell you the secret of looking this good
i hold the world and all it’s stories
i make war seem fun made death look spectacular
just in time for the news i’ve mastered my death