The Many Shades of Family

The faces of my days are painted with the
varying shades
of acrylic paint
I have learned to under-estimate
but they’re real
I went to a party where the empty shelves
were either
begging  for attention
or manifesting themselves
into something much more beautiful,
prolific in design;
I began to imagine
a transformation of a different kind.
The perfect face of virtue weeping at the sound
of certain promiscuity
looming in the crowd




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