I am what I am
and nothing more
(yet nothing less) –
a faceless voice
praising a world
made out of faces –
always scorned
for things I can’t control,
alter or make undone
but never praised
for those things that I can –
not for a single righted wrong.
The faces of the world
never turn my way –
they do not heed my words.
But I praise myself to say
that I don’t turn from anyone
since I don’t have a face to turn away.