From a distance
your face looks like an old man
with a beard
as I move closer
it is only your chin
I cannot shake
the image of beard
Growing up
I learned of European explorers
Puritans on the Mayflower
friendly Indians
never a mention
that I was living in a
post-genocidal nation
who had dropped
the first atomic bomb
after fire bombing Tokyo
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dVerse prompt on smoke and mirrors
wordshophop 
Wonderful stream in this poem 🙂
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Right. Growing up I idolized certain people only to find out much later that they were liars, cheaters, with impure motives. Nothing is ever as it seems. I hope I can be real for my children, and yes, teach them the truth about our bloodied history from the start. Thanks for saying this, Jane.
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Interesting and engaging direction you’ve taken with your perspective on Amaya’s smoke & mirrors prompt Jane
well written. Brittle illusions shatter.
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This is really evocative. Great work
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