These faces that I claim
Look so different than I do
Yet each has a part of me inside them
Hidden under the persona I’ve shaped
The life I’ve curated
These faces that I claim
Though different in setting, in pace
Are similar in how they love
How they speak through the good and the bad
These faces that I claim
Molded in the workshop of my mind
And born through pieces of my heart
Come alive
And live by the tools of invention
