If you ask me where I got my haughty face,

I will tell you that you gave it to me.

For I didn't know I had a face,

Until you named it for me.

But now that you mention it,

There is a certain pull I feel

Between the things I see with my eyes

And the things I want to say with my mouth.

My family's desire for a good reputation 

Threw a wet blanket over my head.

Someone eventually let me know 

That I could go ahead and take it off,

But when I did,

Someone else asked me why I had

Such a haughty face.

Now what should I do?

Continue to stare at the world

Through this haughty face,

Or put the wet blanket

Back over myself?

-jenn