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
Do I hide? Would you see​? I am not a cartoon or I am not a mascot.
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
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