Don’t see me, don’t ask, and for the love of everything don’t read this… why are you still reading this? Amass A Mask… I surely will so no one will see me at Kohl’s and yet they will and what I will become is not as ugly as my real face.
Fear isn’t black
But the dirt of many years
Beaten by Jack
Rejected by Jill
Courage I lack
No longer Will
I don my mask
A smile
With crooked teeth
Walking the long mile
To meet and greet
Such gusto, such guile
Who am I kidding?
On this marble tile
Yet where are the tears?
Can’t make a mess
No matter how I feel
Am I okay? “Yes”
As everyone jeers
Longing eternal rest
Tell me why am I still here
Invisible
Dreaming of fame
Make my life livable
Wanting a new name
A love physical
This hour remain
Dismissible
Black isn’t fear
It is blindness
And deaf ears
This darkness a trust
That death is so very near
I am not enough
Don’t want to be here
Wonder really
Do I dare ask?
What has become of me?
Under this mask…
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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