Masked This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

September 14, 2010
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I found confidence
Knowing they couldn’t see my face.
Wearing my screen name as a mask,
My fingers moved like pistons,
Spitting out words
Otherwise hard to swallow.
My keyboard was like a weapon
Crippling people’s self-esteem
While serving to augment my own.

I seemed to think
I couldn’t be traced,
Until one day
A brave victim fought back.
I was caught red-handed,
The incriminating evidence
Printed in black and white

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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Crispy said...
Sept. 16, 2010 at 7:30 am
I love this poem. This is exactly why I don't have a Myspace or Facebook because there nothing but drama.
 
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