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
She didn’t lock her door
But she didn’t let them in
They dragged her out across the floor
She didn’t lock her door
They’re taking all she had and more
But she will not let them win
No, she didn’t lock her door
But she didn’t let them in
Those bastards are going to pay
Once she finds the strength within
There’s really nothing left to say
Those bastards are going to pay
They can’t expect to get away
Now that rage has scorched her skin
Oh, those bastards are going to pay
Once she finds the strength within
She will finally find her calling
Because she didn’t lock her door
She will battle that which she finds appalling
She will finally find her calling
This night she will keep recalling
And Evil will fear her forevermore
Yes, she will finally find her calling
Because she didn’t lock her door
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She is there, always there
Every time I look out my window.
I know she is in there.
I can feel her ravenous stare
Taunting me to come near
To look down into those dark depths
Just so she can swallow my soul.
I never should have turned on the screen
And heeded the warning it blared at me.
Now she is branded in my mind
By a stamp of a ring when I close my eyes.
7 days she said, that’s how long it took
7 days she said, and her soul it took.
My breath is strained, everytime I go near
7 days Sadako, the water is clear
Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes
Inspired by Little Furrow‘s Blog (jymiely)
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