To the Letters I Burned
It is said a Tiger cannot change her stripes.
We are who we are.
But who are we? Really.
I used my million masks to masquerade.
And the stripes you thought you saw were scars.
You saw what you wanted to see, but never me.
And I was never a tiger
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loved ‘used my . million masks to masquerade’ Don’t we all?
I enjoyed your poem.
I love “And the stripes you thought you saw were scars.”
Great piece on perspective. Rings true, with nice movement from the original idea to the last line, reframing.
Wonderful poem, that closing gets me on every read!