I don a mask
A mask that shields me
A mask that hides the agony, the sorrow, and the utter
disappointment
I don a mask
A mask that is carefully crafted
A mask that is accessorized with diplomacy, charm, and
silence
I don a mask
Not to hide the truth, but to not let it carve me
The visceral emotion is tucked away
Ensconced in blandness
I don a mask
For that is what the world wants to see
I don a mask to hide my naked face
Be kind, you don’t know her story
She may be a victim of abuse
Each day, she tucks it away out of sight, as she dusts and
cleans
Be kind, for he may be new
The roads well-known may be a labyrinth
Braving the new, he never stops, as he delivers
Be kind, your child may have other talents
Scoring high or athleticism may not be there
You never know, hidden away is a melody, litheness of words
or sharpness of creative mind
Be kind, she may be wobbly
Years of manual work had left her tendons sore
Yet she holds, she nurtures wobbly-lingly so…
