The Masks Behind These Masks
A Poem
The layers of masks we wear today is overwhelming because these paper versions and neoprene ones and all of the other side ties and double rungs are all just holding masks over our faces when in reality we’ve all been wearing masks for years They just weren’t the viral-protective kind but we have been using them as protection from ourselves and what we feel like on the inside
The masks behind these masks are those of hyper-masculinity and overconfidence and oh so much woe is me white fragility that it’s almost a benefit to us all to have to wear these masks the ones that serve and protect and block and deflect the viral load being breathed onto us by inadvertent onlookers and mask-resistant blowhards just waiting to be asked to put a small thing over their mouth and nose to protect everyone else in the general vicinity and somehow, to them, a mask is a sign of aggression
And isn’t that really the mask behind the mask? The mask of insecurity and ignorance and general distaste for others roaming the world alongside each and every one of us My stoic mask shields me from my crumpled heart An origami personification of a twice-broken soul and I can even take that heart and that soul and hide them behind the mask behind my new mask and now I can assure the world that no one will find the real me
The layers of masks we wear today is overwhelming but that has nothing to do with our COVID-19 protective masks because they are only shielding our face and protecting our health while our masks behind the masks are burying us deep within ourselves so we don’t even know what we look like anymore, on the inside
© Jonathan Greene 2020
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