Poem: The Mask

Do not wear the mask tonight
I am not going to dance.

No more oxygen to share
Under the sheets
Nor a single tremble
To clear the soul.

Stay away from my conspiracy
I am genetically Arab-

I do not have the luxury of the blue eyes
To pass on to our possible children,
Nor the command of the language
To claim an identity
Or fight the tragic collapse of my dimensions.

Do not forget to turn off the sun
Before retreating from my skin
And, deliberately
Stripping my tree

Collect all the dead candles,
The dry clouds,
and my mute scream
Before you slam the door

Free the room from your traces
I want to spin into emptiness.

The shades are up
However, there is no light:
Your forehead is no longer…

Welcome… Darkness.

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