because at times they mask honesty and kindness with just a twist of the lips. A curling iron makes spirals out of bone straight hair. But when the wind comes blowing through, those ready-made
corkscrew strands unwind into their original flat, limp selves again. Some smiles are patronizing. They have a way of making you feel inferior. They mock you with sweet words that look like sugar-coated candy but tastes
more like poison. It’s too late when you realize what you swallowed. The harm is already done. Oh, the wiles of them! Making you feel important. Making you do things you wouldn’t do. It’s just guile dressed up in patent leather shoes