Black without a mask

Black without a mask What would it look like to be black without a mask? Would it look like freedom? Or would they laugh? At our attempt to be ourselves To feel like we can tell the world That we are fighting back That we are tired of being attacked That we are human and you should respect that Maybe it would feel like a weight removed Like entering a sunlit room Like when flowers finally bloom Like when the sky shows you the moon And you know it's time to for bed And you can rest your head After a long day That had you stressed What would it feel to burn that mask ? Would it feel cathartic Being black and being free from the curse of having to act robotic In a world that wants us to shrink And overthink our emotions Maybe it would feel like letting go of a deep breath Or waking up from a nap refreshed If only racism didn't exist We wouldn't have to dream of this We'd have the privilege Of freeing our emotions