I can see my words in the air
About to disappear
Armed with the emotions to
Make the whole world sincere
To this man with the curly hair
Who sometimes talks real slick
To women who watch and stare
Can you see my invisible smile
I show it wider and wider every year
From January to December
I appear than reappear
Finding myself still in the same place
Looking unprepared
Unorganized with my insecurities
And fears
Hoping that one day
The same way I show
I will receive in return
The Same Amount of Care
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