50 partes Concluida I posted these poems in the order I wrote them, thus the first, nor the last is the best. I really hope these poems make you think, and here's a sample
I take a look around
and I see not faces
but places
places were faces are hid
hid behind
the women wear make-up to fulfill desires of their worth
and to fulfill mens' distorted and impure lust
the men wear masks of flesh to fulfill their rankings
and to fulfill womens' false hopes and distorted dreams
oh how the world would look without these masks
yet this a dream forever unfilled
and placed in hopeless utopian minds
yet if one by one as we grew we would begin to realize
make-up is mistake that we try to make up for with more of it
yet if one by one as we grew we would begin to realize
masks of flesh is a slash upon our own veins and only digs the hole deeper
oh how we perpetuate what we hate most
oh how we elevate what we loathe most
take off the mask, the unbreakable mask of unbreaking
wash off the waterproof make-up, designed to make-up
take of the mask, and see the face
see a face
see your face
and see how much you hate it
and how much purer, prettier,
and how much manlier, magnificent,
it is
compared to slime you coat your face with
compared to lies you smear your face with
yet how much better how much safer it is than the safety of the crowd
the crowd of the masquerade
take it off and take your pride
and break it
take your hate and burn it hotter
and live free-er
and with your hate
pour it into change
change yourself
possible this is
not to make the genes change
but to make the grace change
make the grace grow
and in it live
no matter the strength of the hate
