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Cant Breathe


I went for a walk today.
Mask on.
Covered my face,
But the rest,
Open.
All colors of me.
Visible.
Open for judgement.
Vulnerable.
Open for classification.
Was I a shade darker for her?
A tad lighter for him?
Oh wait, I fit right in with them.
A relief.
Seemed like Home.

Then why was I still out of place?
Suffocating,
in my mask.
Suffocating,
seeing them hide in their invisible masks.
Suffocating,
in these boxes they put me in.
I needed air!
I tore open the box.
I saw right through their masks.
I took my mask down,
Waited for a gush of air.
And then it hit me.
Our reality is what is suffocating.
And as I wait gasping for change.
The world burns in tears.
With the rest of us,
Alive, but still cant breathe.

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