Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2020
Behind this mask I am but me;
no cover up, I’m message free.
No right or left to hide behind,
no secret message here to find.

Before you think I am that dim,
come crawl around within my skin,
I only wish to stay alive,
and carry on with my own life.

So, when you see a mask on me,  
please pass me by and let me be,
to safely go about my day,
and practice freedom my own way.

But think a bit before you ask,
when leaving home without your mask,
the price your freedom you might trade,
for neighbor’s lives you have betrayed.
All poems copy write by Vicki Kralapp in June, 2020
Vicki Kralapp
Written by
Vicki Kralapp  Oshkosh
(Oshkosh)   
97
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems