Peel away the facade,
that mask,
the skin,
that was pinned,
on her face ,
wrongly placed,
rebel in the making,
she refuses the faking ,
3am.
Strikes a flame,
with her pen,
on fire,
creating to inspire,
a danger to the ones,
who want the liar.
Each stroke,
crafted to provoke,
the woman and her muse,
both just lit the fuse. . .
This poem sits within my ongoing creative research project I am Maria, where voice, identity, and artistic authorship are explored through performance, poetry, and sound.
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