Don’t judge by my cover

You, who pass by my book
(For the most part, innocent women),
And leave your regard on me;
Please, be aware.

I know how attractive I can be
With my strong book jacket,
The exotic title on my front,
And the well crafted words in me…
But please, just be aware:

My well-educated manner is none
But the cruel life’s handwriting;
My papers are from trees
Watered with poison,
And they themselves cried with sorry
For the holder of these pages
While being cutting out.

Please, be aware,
And turn away that look,
Drown to death the mere desire
To have a look at my pages;
It won’t be my fault…

At the end, it will be just you,
The fool who desired reading
Something
Not beyond, but beneath living.

Benyamin Bensalah

27.12 2019

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