I wear the mask of Pharaoh Khufu who build the biggest of structures.
I wear the mask of my community rest in peace all my fallen brothers Aaron Garner, Michael Brown and sadly those are just two.
I wear the mask of Zaha Hadid’s one of the best architects a man could view.
I wear the mask to hide the pain of those who were killed the day four planes were flew.
My mask has cracks, bruises, and fractures.
The Vermelho gushing is blood from my attackers.
The ones who broke my mask and are now laughing at my face.
The ones who aren’t in my shoes the ones who don’t have to be a survivor in this race.
A race of screaming...but only in your head.
The race of hiding tears when they say I’m better off dead.