MASKS 2.0
I WOKE UP LIKE THIS
does wearing one induce an awkward silence
or halt grimacing words that stall our defiance
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do they muffle the innateness of homegrown rage
or disguise how we engage an unfamiliar face
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do they stile the delicate triggers of hate
or the tendency of an entitled, to relegate
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do they shorten the stride of pouty bigots
fence in the roses to suppress the thickets
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does an apparatus mute, sharpened daggers
quiet unfiltered mindless chatter,
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perhaps debatable but let's go one better
mask on or off, every word and action matters
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energy by way of the universe expansive in my lungs
like the Giza pyramids awakened past fiery sunsets
resembling red Fuji after last night's farewell to Ursa Major,
as she slowly dissipates between the shadows
of a super moon.
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i woke up like this,
my bewildered lungs racing like a rambunctious child
at an amusement park, waiting on quick thrills in the fast lane
as I salute the sunrise, exalt his presence and absorb robust
cacao seeds which drench my throat with the sweet bitters of
Colombian dark.
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i woke up like this,
my anxious cheeks aroused like pearls in soggy sea-salted
clams, my imperfect hands and marred heart extend
towards the sky with gratitude, I feel vibrant, zestful,
complete, as new winds penetrate my spirit.