To the man, every man, passing by on the trail, or anywhere, making small talk, or not
You can not
see my face
for once
behind sunglasses
and mask
I do not
have to smile
in just the right way
to appease
and avoid you
at once
You can not
see my face
You can not say
I encouraged
or provoked
or antagonozied you
My face is my own
behind sunglasses
and mask
for once
I am my own
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A real poem, an accomplishment…
That title is just great. The poem is so direct and chilling.
The Freedom of Mask
Yes!