I’m not in it for the fashion.
Or to shake my ‘booty’ to the music.
I represent what I feel.
It is real,
My heritage given.
An ethnic inheritance I honor.
And not a nightclub fling,
Waiting for the weekends to binge.
To awaken with a hangover on Monday…
With an excuse to make,
As to why I am late to perform my tasks.
Not me…
I don’t wear those masks!
I’m not in it for the fashion.
Or a fad to display until it fades.
What you see is ‘me’…
With an idenity I carry.
And bonded I am to it like a marriage.
Only death will divorce me from this love!
Firmer than steel in cement,
I am grounded.
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