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The Mask

The mask that i wear is about not expressing myslf, i can't do it alone i need some I can't do this alone I need some help.My grandmother has cancer and goes through a lot of pain and agony, no longer can she take care of the family. She moans and groans, never does she laugh. I could see why: who would laugh with pain like that. I could see the african americans now running to freedom, they weren't slaves nobody could keep 'em. Like moses who freed over 300 slaves, she stayed in the water where she would wade. I can't wear this mask any longer, to take it of i must stay stronger.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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