I finally gave in
and put on the mask
and went strolling
through the aisles
Me!
the one who always
colored outside the lines
only to find
I felt a strange sense
of belonging
to be
just another
Chinese wannabe
(all you see
are my beady little eyes)
and when I walk by
people turn their heads
and exclaim
Who was that masked man?
(Tonto is roaming around
here someplace
shopping for a new
rainbow colored headband)
and I understand
it's not so much
for my own protection
as it is for theirs
and I find it ironic
as hell
and a big grin
splashes across my face
to think that society
only just now
has thought of a way
to protect itself
from me
