September 2014 Masks One of my favorite poems is by Shel Silverstein, and it is called Masks. It goes like this, 'She had blue skin/, and so did he. He kept it hid/ and so did she. They searched for blue/ their whole life through,/ then passed right by--/ and never knew' (Masks by Shel Silverstein) We all wear masks; we try all try and fit what society calls 'normal'. However, if we all try and fit something that no one truly is, how can it be called normal? If we all wear masks, but keep looking…
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