As we go through life from day to day,
Each of us finds a role to play,
We don our mask at mornings rise,
Donning also our daily guise.
We face the world in an anomybous way,
Wearing our mask for most of the day,
Not letting others see our innermost self
As though personal feelings were left on a shelf
Each encounter dealt with, as it arises
Carefully handled, so no surprises,
Will let our mask slip and expose true nature
Carefully hidden,deeply so we appear most mature
Thus we daily wear the mask of hidden feelings,
Worn tightly so that to other s, . we may seem more appealing
Each of us behind a facade, of guarded temper,
Rarely allowing any other soul to enter.
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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