Colored Masks
Poem 22Walking outside to get some air, Can't forget I have to wear my mask to Protect me; don't worry everyone sees me! This colored mask is hiding all my faces creating worry in all the wrong places. The sky fills the earth with a breeze; don't look up someone may sneeze!
That would cause a lot of pain knowing no one's safe is quite insane. Who would ever think you can't enjoy the rain; rushing to get inside to cover your self up, living behind these colored mask isn't getting any easier for me or anyone else. I'm taking many things off the shelves it went from one item to hundreds. I have to make sure this thing we call a pandemic hits over me and falls into the ground: leaving everyone safe and not easily found.
Shh is what the world says while people are dyeing and children are crying, losing there mother or their father how could anyone not be truly bothered. Masking up to war over something we don't even see coming but everyone keeps running, trying to get a mask to feel real and without worry. This stuff is so underrated I'm tired of wear a colored mask that's so outdated.
When will the world put down there mask and breathe fresh air or be able to walk next to someone and they not stare because your to close and not covered up. This whole virus thing just doesn't add up. It doesn't discriminate black or white the whole world is in for a fight! We're not fighting for freedom this time or for justice And peace were fighting for air to breathe. We're fighting for this thing to leave.Many tears have shaken the ground leaving the dead Still and unfound. How come nobody's out here making a large sound? We're tired of these color mask,We're tired of being asked to leave because there's too many people we can't breathe. We're tired of talking to our neighbors 6 feet apart not even being able to hug them or have a heart to heart.
Too many people are following a part Losing all our love ones never never heals our hearts. Colored mask I'm ready to leave I'm tired of the way things are being perceived You say if I get this shot I will be OK but who are you are you god can you tell me that I will be able to believe? Can you tell me that I won't have to roll up my sleeve? Can you find me when I'm down and out ?Will I be be able to shout without having no doubt? Take these colored mask off throw them away this is what I want to hear from day to day.
The good die young and the young never get to live who can hold their head up knowing that this is short-lived. Dying in the hospital alone having a talk to your love ones on the phone it's unbearable and there's no words to Say that would make anyone want to turn away ,from a love one not being able to hold their hand ,not being there to do all that I can. A mother having a baby alone having to show pictures only on her phone. I can't take these colored mask much longer I have to remain a lot stronger. Colored mask colored mask hiding all my faces having to take this mask in a million and one places.Earth it moves but the world is standing still My body is numb I can't feel. I can't touch .I can't speak. I can't Breathe .I can't visit I can't share colored mask Have to be there .I don't want to say I can't anymore wiping down my door.I want to be able to explore and have more peace and love to all people God placed above. Colored mask I hope will soon be a thing of the past I hope that this world will last . I want my faces to be seen so everyone knows what's in between.
When I'm seen without my mask Ive accomplish the greatest task no no what it is don't ask! .It didn't take me I took it and placed it down far in the bottomless pits. God gave us Power to fight off anything greater than ourselves I'm taking my colored mask and I'm placing them back on the shelves. I don't know about anybody else. Just know when you see me Ill be bearskin and I'm telling you one thing this will not take over The very thing that lives in me,my strength That came from up above just remember.
God always shows us love Take off your Colored mask and be free, Don't ever think colored mask need be. God said He healed all who believe . Colored mask have no place here come and see me!
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