I wish I never had a face, a canvas artificial paintnSo tainted by the false beliefs, that others hold of mennI wish I could eliminate the minutiae of social gracenEmbittered by the smile of etiquette ignored by mennA paradox in corridors, I wipe the dark, I slash the floornEscape for me, for me, for menA paradox in corridors...nnI wish I never had a face, with minds and hearts I've laid to wastenExcrutiating shame in who I am and tried to bennI wish I never left a trace of mismatched body, soul and facenA misspent word is overheard, spreading poison, wildfire burnsnn