The mask is my shield,
It’s a part of me.
It clogs me up,
And leaves my eyes to see.
It’s a part of me.
It clogs me up,
And leaves my eyes to see.
I despise wearing it,
Although it’s a need.
I must move on,
Even if I want to recede.
It is my protection,
It helps me greatly
I’m still thankful
This is the way it’ll be.
David Hawley
Age 11
Rocklin, CA
May 2021
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