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Ugly Masks (Poem)



I am angry

I am still angry, angry for you, Sweetie

I still lay wide awake at night, playing your confession in my head

Wondering how far I would have gone just to protect you…

Your safety isn’t something I chose

My divine gave me no choice in the matter

You were born and my heart wanted nothing but your smile

That night was the ugly proof that I had failed, and not just you from back then

But all of you

From then it’s been a continuous spiral to make up for lost time and dignity

Eirene, I am mad to what had to be done to you

I walk every day to witness how you move on

To grab each piece like sea shells on the shore of life

Your back bent to not miss any

And your eyes wide open to not lose sight of what you have lost

You screamed that night to halt a bunch of animals from doing to you,

What should never be done to any woman

I applaud your strength to come home and smile

You should have blamed me, I had a face

My name was yours to insult

I would have taken it and embraced it, nursed it like the elder I am to you

I look to you every day, walking like Atlas

Forever condemned to shoulder a world too big for you

I hold out my arms every day to help you carry on

I wonder? Is that your way to keep that control?

That stance of an old warrior keeping watch

Am I supposed to do something? Or just let you be

Is that the help you need? Or the silence you crave

So many unspoken words between us, for we know we can’t take them back

The unseen scars from the unseen faces, did we all become that to you?

Gruesome masks to hide what it is still beautiful with the world.

It’s my letter to you, to be brave on paper

For I can’t be to your face

To print out that I was never that unfortunate

Life smiled at me while It made faces to you

Handpicked you to walk a path so that many will never have to

Such ugly blisters, and now your second skin

I cry for you, for you can’t afford to. For you became the watchman

To protect the innocence of those that can only see the day.


MODEL: Keza Fiona



TO ALL VICTIMS OF RAPE, YOU DON'T HAVE TO HOLD THAT WEIGHT ALONE.

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