This Mask I Wear

We all wear a mask at one time or another and whether we are willing to admit it or not some of us are wearing one right now. Here is a little poem I wrote to help me transition from a caterpillar to a butterfly. I hope you enjoy and be blessed.




This Mask I wear
By Andrea' Porter



Who am I?

I asked myself, God, and the mirror hanging on my wall.

I am a single mother, nurturing, patient, loving and kind.

Tiredness caresses my eyes, from working two jobs

just to get by.

Still I smile, when all I want to do is cry.

I am a wife, submissive, sweet, docile and broken down.

I am a yes woman.

Whatever you say baby, dinner will be on the table soon.

All the while inside, I’m depressed, feeling oppressed, ninety

percent drenched in grieve like the stench of rotten meat.

Still I smile and go on being this man’s wife.

I am a daughter not a perfect one by any means.

Emancipated or is it Fabricated?

I look for validation from a parent who could care less about

my woes and blues.

Still I smile, the perfect daughter, no time to cry.

I am a friend who is afraid to open up and let you in,

afraid my secrets told to you will meet me in the streets.

Therefore, when you’re around I say nothing and

skirt around the topic when I’m the object of discussion.

I am me today. Today, I peel off the many masks I wear.

Today I am free, free to live my life the way God designed it to be.

Today I take back my power and walk in my destiny.



Andrea' Porter
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