06/09/2025
No Mask for Me
by Thomas Whitley
I walk this world with arms unclosed, A heart unchained, a soul exposed. Not bound by trends or glittered fame, I am no actor in their game.
They wear their masks with practiced grace, Chasing clout in a hollow race. But I greet each soul, both high and low, With eyes that see, not just for show.
I listen deep, I speak with care, Even when silence fills the air. I do not shrink to make them pleased, Nor twist my truth to keep them eased.
If kindness makes me seem naïve, Or honesty too bold to believe— Then let them scoff, let rumors spin, I’d rather lose than fake a win.
My mind stays open, wide and free, Like rivers running to the sea. Each person, stranger, friend, or foe, Deserves a smile—a seed to grow.
So no, I won’t apologize For seeing life through clearer eyes. For loving loud and standing true When falsehoods bloom like morning dew.
I’d rather be the morning breeze Than rusted chains or forced decrees. In truth, in peace, I choose to stay— Unbent, unbought, my sacred way.
Let others chase the glittered throne, I’ll take the stars, the sky, the unknown. For fame will fade, but love is flame— And I remain, *genuine*, not tame.
