My face is like a city
It has its prominent features
And dirty areas
My hair wallows over my flattened forehead
Like a park tree branch shading its ground
My mouth breathes in all the pollutants
Of a city atmosphere
And my ears hear the street sounds
In their monotonous tones
My eyes glossed over with a naïve sense
Conceive the illusions and surrealism
Of everyday life
My jawbone is the ground upon
Which I walk
The end of a zone
My cheekbone-dip accentuates
The dark shadows that lurk
And define the fear in a city
My face is the pinpoint of my body
Like a city to its country
And the veins that run through it
Are the roadways to the rest of my frame
My name is linked with my face
And my smile covers up my feelings from within
Just like the welcoming personality
Of a deceiving city
I have a mystical charisma
The city has a mystical soul.
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