Without Grace, Without face

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A view on middle class society in Ireland

Submitted: January 02, 2012

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Submitted: January 02, 2012



Without grace, without face


Know one really knows me,

Do they really want to?


I am but another faceless stone

In my white, middle class inertia.


Do I have a heart?

Proper feelings, or

Are my own virtues ones that society nurtures?

Has society ever met the true me?



Of course it hasn’t.

I must pretend,

I must act,

So must we all.


What, a virtue?


Yes, that would be confidence,

Fine clothes,

Material assets, a Mercedes Benz,

And don’t forget a bit of unconditional positive regard for others mixed in!


You see,

People only want to see the shell,

Know one cares for the inside.

What’s it’s make?

Is it brown or white?

Is it rough or smooth?


I am but another voice without a face,

A rock without a name,

Is this truly gain?


I look like them,

I act like them,

I even try and speak like them.

That’s how it’s always been.


Without grace without a place,

Without grace without face.


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