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The Layer of Black (Free verse) by emilyowey The layer of black
Underneath my skin
Is asking for an audience
The mask over my face
Can no longer hold me in
The veil no longer blinds me
The curtainâs torn and tattered
Exposure, nakedness,
Light comes in
I chase the darkness,
My only friend
I grasp for any remnant
Of the hiding place
Of the staleness of secrecy
Up the ladder:
Guilt
Down the ladder:
iPod
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Posted: April 15, 2005 11:55 AM PDT; Last modified: April 15, 2005 11:55 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.1788044 Overall Rank: 4916 Comments:
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Christof @ 62.121.23.56
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16-Apr-05/4:59 AM
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This is powerful and I know exactly what you mean. Come out and spill whatever you have to! But I like this.
As a student I feel obliged to be wracked with guilt at not being black, impoverished or in prison (or any combination thereof)
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