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Performing Arts

By LifeIsPoetry, Kapowsin, WA

Layers of paint
And molded plastic
Alien fabrics alter the flesh
To an unfamiliar shape
Finally I reach out a hand to meet this stranger
But the hand I press against the mirror is my own
I run the script through my mind
An outline of the personality I must adopt
I work to say words and think thoughts I
Would have never invented myself
Each move I make
Across the intimidating stage
Is measured to mesmerize
Every line I deliver
Even the lighting
Adds to the scene
Enhancing my new appearance
Aching to please all
So that no one doubts the new character
I have become
I am no longer my old self
Now every cell is inhabited
By this new creature

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