It would be easier to lie and hide behind the facade designed perfectly by the architect in me

I’ll be first to say, it’s not all as it seems

Illusions have left us to ill use the idea that what our eyes tell our mind is true

but honestly, without my glasses, I have an oBscUreD VIeW

So maybe… you can’t trust my judgement on this matter but I’ll still tell you

Be careful! of the tricks your mind uses to deceive you..

Here’s why.. 

When I saw him, I though he couldn’t be trusted

He had a shifty look and he’s clothes didn’t look new

He would have run away with my purse, I thought…if only he could see it, I’m sure that he wanted to

He asked for the time, I didn’t know what to do

If I brought out my phone, maybe he’ll run away with it

and the idea I had in my mind would be true

I didn’t find out but that’s not the problem

It’s the fact that I analysed and assessed him, kind of like an interview

If I switched it on me and question how one would view me from their first impressions

I guess I’d say…

I’m a walking talking oxymoronic female

I’ll show you one thing but that’s not the girl I see in the mirror

I’ll give you the glimpse of me I want you all to see

When the hairs right, clothes tight and I’m in perfect light

Carefully chosen character traits to engage and enchant my audience

Perhaps if the walls were falling down on my J E R I C H O

Possibly you’ll see like the man I saw on the street, that my eyes are shifty in a strangers stare

And the clothes I wear aren’t all new

Because I’ve worn them through life’s trials and tribulations too.