Mask and Flesh
by Jorge Pliego
God gave me fragile flesh,
penetrable by prejudice blades.
All that seems to go away when I put on this mask.
It’s only humane to hide away.
To be different is profane they say.
So I wear a mask to hide the impiety they call flesh.
I’ve seen the rejection.
imposed in a room of unclear faces.
So I say to those who find serenity in there cast away.
Scorch the mask that compels you.
For the flesh is not to be made hidden by a mask.
Only to become castaway from a world that devout to mask and flesh.
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