Give me a frown
Instead of a crooked smile
Let that face contort
From an angry comport
And communicate a retort
Rather than that plastic smile
That mean flash of teeth
Whose full time contract
Is to tell a lie.
Give me a frown
In place of a crooked smile
Face and heart
Being like parallel lines
Which will never meet
Crumple your face at me
Possibly let the arms swing-
But I don't want that crooked smile
That precedes a Judas' kiss
Just before the knife performs its evil
On the flesh at your back.
I'd rather a frown
I'd rather a face brown
Than a smile
Walking every mile
Carrying a kill.

Ogbonna writes.