
By Kristin Khadija Mahmoud
Fraud
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