Red Ribbons And Masks Poem by Vanessa Kingsley

Walk down the alleyway
Watch your step
Close your eyes today
Or else you’ll fine that everyone sees you
Yes you will find
Everyone can see you
That is why I cover my face with a pretty mask
I tie it up with crimson red ribbon
The mask is old
But the ribbon is new
So how is the ribbon falling apart
And flying to the moon
Oh oh oh oh
It sails to the moon
Oh oh oh oh
My mask starts to fall to the ground
It hits a puddle and it makes and eerie sound
I am
Exposed to the world they’ve never seen me
I’ve never seen me
I touch my cheek and find that it is smooth
I run my fingers through my hair
I tear falls out my eye
Though I do not cry
What could this water be?
It is not rain
It is not snow
Oh doesn’t anyone know?
It is not me
It is not you
Does anybody have a clue?
I want me red ribbon to tie my
Tired old mask up now
I want to run and hide
I want to fly away from here
If I am not welcomed here
The stars have died I see
The light doesn’t get to earth quickly
A picture of itself
That’s what I want to be
What I am
I need a new ribbon for a brand new mask
I need a new ribbon so I can run fast
I need a pretty red ribbon to hide my face
A pretty new ribbon to hide from this place