Do not tell me to smile

I will not take to it kindly, 
for I will have already been feeling kind, 
and deeply inclined to greet you with smiles
if you had wanted to talk. 

You see, I react organically, 
And will most likely never take kindly to 
entitled demands.
I like to smile willingly, and more so 
unconsciously, 
But I'll never take kindly when asked on command

Do not tell me to smile. 
It is not my fault you only see with two eyes, 
only see faces as features, 
and don't know how to recognize
when a woman smiles from within.
(Some can sense it from miles)

Do not tell me to smile
before you've thought of asking me
how my day has been, 
if it's almost over, or if it'll begin 
just now. 

Do not tell me to smile 
because sometimes I will not have smiles 
to give you.
Sometimes I'll only have one reserved
for when my love walks through the door.
(Sometimes I don't have one for her either) 

You see,
I do not smile as a chore, 
and I have just started to refrain 
from smiling at that person that tells me to smile, 
yet does not know my name. 

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