Unmasked by Ibrahim Morsy

My reflection in the mirror is not me

The clothes I wear

The color of my skin

The language I speak

These serve as a mask

But all masks can be removed

And left behind is something blind to our eyes yet I can see it so clearly

A thing that makes me whole and tangible yet I cannot grasp it between my hands

It slips through my fingers but when it falls it can never be damaged

It forms my feelings, my thoughts, my reality

It is this that I really am

I dream it is this that people see

And not the outward shell that holds it

That makes me nothing more than clay that has been molded by the hands of society


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