They always ask
“Who is the artist behind that mask?
The one who effortlessly pours out her heart
Yet parts to hide behind her avatar”
And as tired as the question may be
You never attempt to satisfy the answer completely
Keeping it vague
To hold that piece of identity
Since you hang your heart in each piece they read
But the truth is you’re afraid
Afraid to show them who you are
You don’t want your image to define your art
Or give them reason to assume any bias in your heart
You rather the words be everything you are
Honest, true, and open to interpret
A view of the world through everyone’s heart
But you can’t stomach the thought of being discredited
Because of who you are.
The color of your flesh, the religion you chose
All that you believe in
Could tear your work apart
So until the fear subsides
You’ll throw on your mask
And continue to hide
Behind your Avatar
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Poem: Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes
Photography and Title: Layne Adams