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Poetry of Issue #8        Page 72

My Unwanted Mask

Behind layers of makeup
And coats of lipstick,
I covered my bruises
And busted lip.
Behind hair swept over a black eye
And swollen jaw,
I maintained a comforting mask
For my daughter and son.
Behind a facade for friends,
Family members and an oblivious society,
This bruised and battered woman
Hated her abusive husband,
And despised an old decade
That allowed men to use women
As possessions for uninvited desires.
Behind the fakery of matrimonial compatibility,
My newly formed self-worth emerged
And raised children on my own.
From a warring divorce,
I found the victory of peace.
Unmasked and unafraid,
I faced the future.

  Edna Garcia