2014 Slam Behind The Curtain Scholarship Slam
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Slam Behind the Curtain
By: Ivana Mayo
Take a look around I don’t know who I will be
Just a girl with frizzy afro hair
Waiting for her time to be free
Looking-NO
I’m chasing my chance for a dream
What do you see when you look at me?
A kid with a dream
That stretches the imagination longer than the sea
What do you see?
An opportunity to be successful
And living less stressful
My mask is made of mirrors,
My mask is what they see of me,
Their own misconceptions,
Ideas, experiences we've shared.
There are shattered reputations,
That cannot be repaired,
Curtain curtain as my veil, no one will be able to see that I'm really insane.
Hide. cover up, bury. Those are are the words I chant merrily.
disguise, confuse, delude and deceive, I'll never let the world see the real me.
I not one that coops with death very well
But when you get bad news
It never goes so well
I hate to see someone dear to me die
It just hurts to see them gone
You wonder why they had to go
Inside and out of sight,
There is a war, one I must solely fight.
Where to go where to hide, when what you fear is purposely set aside.
Day, it is the day where I hide myself
Light reaches for every dark spot, nothing to hide
Talks are short, superficial, lacks any personal substance
Talks are loud, ornamental, giving no inclination in anything
I stand behind a curtain blood red
I step from behind to reveal a version of myself
Everyday I perform for the audience I meet