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 © Nydia Byrd | Year Posted 2005
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