By Kristin Khadija Mahmoud


I’m a fraud

A lie

Cut and crafted into an image

No one can recognize

I feast on delusions

With a side of well wishes

Giving orders from silk cushions

Erecting monuments to the sky

I’m a lie

A fraud

A Builder of dreams

For the public to applaud

I put pen to paper

Hiding truths in plain sight 

To the masses, I cater

Building kingdoms to crumble

I’m fraud

A lie

A myth of perfection

Behind a gilded mask I hide

I am the fraud

The lie

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