not for a moment will i fake what i feel;
i care to be authentic and deal with the real

if imma be mad; it’s real anger
real danger; broken glass
if for only a moment i were to channel the wrath hell has

but when i'm feeling joyful with zeal
i want to jump, play, n squeal, i think;
in my curiosity lives the child i’ll always be

i experience sadness too;
i made playlists for it 
if we didn’t have bad days
we wouldn’t have good ones
so i’m grateful for it

i love as though i’ll never get the chance to do it again
i curate my love like a handpicked playlist

most days are equanimous
that’s where i find peace
in mind; i’m rather serious
about the balance i keep

my face speaks first
may as well feel the emotions 
i grew up nonchalant
all my actions are chosen

for instance fear fails to appear in the face of danger
for the same reason, i'm slow to anger
i choose which to use
as well as when and where
i couldn’t make it safely if all i felt was scared

the two things that override me are disgust and surprise 
shock has wide eyes staring like deer in the head lights
internally mind’s silent; intaking and that’s all
disgust has narrow eyebrows and a scrunched up nose
that’s my mental anatomy; 
that’s how it goes :P 

09/13/2023