This poem covers the mask many marginalized folks must put on as they enter spaces not created for them.
{ inspired by "Clown in a Red Wig" by Walt Kuhn }
lyrics
I paint my face in eggshell white
Complete the look with a color wheel red wig
I paint my presence with a broad brush
Depriving myself of the intricacies which make me a mosaic
I’m nervous of being seen that way
I’m scared I won’t make sense
someone will stare at me like an abstract piece in a museum and say
“I don’t get it.”
So
Every night I wash the paint away
Brush out the red wig
And prepare myself to wear the costume another day
Because being anything but for show would suggest I belong
Like this world was meant for me too
A collection of tracks from the singer and multi-disciplinary artist's 111 collaboration series, featuring KMRU, Laraaji, and others. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2024