The masses we are Donning our masques daily Lest we roam bare For the multitude to disect The abhorrence, and dubiety Organic to our beings Wounds to our souls Aggressively loaded words Is a gun any worse?
To be invisible Would that be a curse? These souls so beautifully broken Wear a masque everyday Imperceptibly austere Concealing our fractured psyche Shielding our sorrow Obscuring our wounds
Beneath our masque lies beauty A kind and gentle person A rose, blooming in winter A Phoenix, Rising from the ashes Let's show our beautiful spirits That are obscured by the invisible masques we wear
But if I could choose To dress it how I like, Wrapped in the most precious materials Silk, satin, velvet, and suede Bold and beautiful colors Magneta, turquoise, silver, and onyx Adorned in splendid ornament Feathers, beads, sequins, and lace Glittering like diamonds A star in the night