Untitled Vent

It has been strategically designed by a country 's ill demise that I shall not rise from the mask behind which I hide. See its farther away from self pride, black hair, and curvy thighs that the images of my nation provides me. All the things I see show beauty, everything but me, so when I look in the mirror tell me what should I see. On me, I see, I mean on my mask appropriately, all of the things society wants me to be. But as time starts to pass out of the side of my mask pops the plumpy smile of my dimple expressed cheeks. 


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