Zoha_Leonard@zoha_leonard
Mask of Gold
I take my face off,
For the world won’t let me live.
As my tired soul,
Now wears a mask of gold.
I sit amongst the hypocrites,
They deny my existence.
I drew a new me,
A me no one could ever recognize.
As I scribble about the attire I wear,
But what about my shoulders? About the burden it bears.
My petite body fights my demons,
The worldly desires leaves me high beaming.
The layers keep falling off of me,
I try to keep my calm and thee.
Dusty and crusty my life remains to be,
I try and try and try,
But the world won’t set me free.
– Zoha Leonard