The Masked Ones

The Masked Ones

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I refuse to be of that hollow mold,

Let them deem me unrefined, if they so bold.

With every fragment of my light and shade,

I stand in my raw truth, unmasked, unswayed.

Trace my lineage, the roots from which I grew,

From the dawn of my breath to the life I pursue.

Had they the wisdom to read my story’s spine,

They would honor the beauty and mend the design.

Armed with the armor of lessons I’ve earned,

Through every cold silence and slight I have learned—

They may mock my nature with hollow delight,

These souls who hide behind masks, dimming the light.

Let them laugh at the face that is honest and free,

For I know they are bound by the masks that they see