Bared Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

When truth to have it,
Stripped and bared.
From everything that has it covered.
For many seeing this,
To face a truth...
Disbelieving the view can be ugly.
Could be the first time in their lives,
Being honest with themselves.
With it to discover,
Wanting to share with others...
Their nakedness to have found,
They had once been told...
Would never be accepted.
Or respected without pretending,
Others were born flawed and blemished.
And they had been exceptions.
Blessed with rights to point their fingers.
Day and night while charading to imitate,
In masquerade!