Masks come in
Every shade of eye shadow
And the last t-shirt.
Every time we chose
More of the collective experience
Than the beauty of our
Uniqueness,
We added a layer.
Our truth eeks out
When literary jokes
Give us stiches
Or an empty stage
Elicits new poetry
In a voice
We seldom use,
B/c someone said it was too high
But we were being us,
No paint,
No fear
No masks.
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