The Soul Sucking Mask
The Soul Sucking Mask
Everyone see’s a pretty brown girl
Hair blonde, sometimes black or burgundy
Eyelashes curly, hair swinging, and lips popping
Yeah, she feels alright.
The attention, yeah she real fly
But beneath her smooth skin lies a rough surface
A surface so deep and ruthless it would drown an unborn child
Beneath every cell and pigment in her skin is a crack
A crack of her own uncertainty and hopelessness
But, wait now, oh wait just a minute
There’s a light in the deep, ominous black cracks
Imagination, Vibrance, Brilliance, and Love
Wait now lift the mask and scrub off the face paint
There it is, pure beauty lying from within
Filled with orange, pink, and yellow
But the mask which use to be gold and white
Has turned black and hidden her from herself
So black, it taints her skin and blinds her eyes
Don’t put it on child, please don’t do it
She looks at the mirror as it shatters
So She touches the mask as it pricks her skin
The Blood from her skin drips on her natural image
Yeah the mask soothes her like an addict and their drug
But the mask consumes her like an addict and their drug
-Gabrielle Hooks aka (Gbaby)
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