Poems Writings

eyebrows

“A mask tells us more than a face.” 
― Oscar Wilde

piece

by 

piece

trickling 

down 

my face

 

plucked

from 

their roots

to be blown

into the air

carrying my wishes

 

don’t touch your eyebrows

or your thin hair won’t grow back

 

stolen tweezers

indulging secretly

in expelling the faint threads

 

the sting

brings tears

to wash away the frown

from my eyes

 

there,

i look

happy

now

 

you have nice eyebrows

they should be on display

 

black brow pencil

filling the peaking skin

do i look like a boy?

 

don’t go too high with the arch

you might look angry

 

how do i decide

the pattern of 

this voluntary shedding

 

how do i decide 

what i feel?

 

my face

anchored in brows

from arches

to the tipping point of

fading

 

my face

embraced in

dancing parenthesis of

black fields

 

my face

only speaks in between

unwanted hair

and

discarded words

why do you think eyebrows are deemed so important?

 

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9 Comments

  1. Love this poem.

    1. Thank you x

  2. Love this! Especially the last stanza. It brings everything together nicely.

    1. Thank you, I’m glad you liked it

  3. I don’t know.

    1. yea, me neither!

  4. Nice flow and cohesiveness to this.

    1. Thank you for reading x

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