My good friend Tom has inspired me to write a poem after we had a discussion about power. You can see his thoughts here:
It's a good blog and he articulates what he is thinking a hell of a lot better than I do!
My Mask
My mask is egg-shell blue,
it looks feminine, delicate.
Controlled, purposeful dark navy swirls creep from the base
of my neck to my crown,
decoration.
It is what my mother told me I needed to wear when I was
little.
Only show them what
you want to show them. You are in control.
This performance, this guise
is what I use to protect myself from you.
But now the paint is flaking and it’s starting to crack.
I’m scared to show you what’s underneath.
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