Poems from kwang166
We all wear masks
We were given them as children and have never let go
I hold mine close
Everyone tells you to accept each other
But...
Perhaps it belongs to an animal
Who squeals for mercy
But instead is stunned and skinned
But no, it couldn’t be them
Because there’s no...
Perhaps it belongs to an animal
Who squeals for mercy
But instead is stunned and skinned
But no, it couldn’t be them
Because there’s no...
Am I a woman or an object?
Am I built to be or built to please
the man who needs something to own
Something that’s weak and can’t stand on...