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Created on: May 04, 2008 Last Updated: September 17, 2008
The Mask
Four women speak,
in front of millions of people,
with hope that their message will be heard
The first woman comes up to speak
"I am a woman who has everything
And I come from the higher end of the social class
With family and friends who love me
Yet no one knows my secret
I am an alcoholic and drug user
Not even my family and friends knows this about me
I could have lost it all
If anyone had found out about my secret
So I hid behind a mask
But I am no longer fearful
I am now free
I no longer need to be hidden behind my mask"
The next woman gets up to speak
"I am a teacher, who lives in
middle class neighborhood, with a simple life
I have a loving husband and son who are my life
My husband works in a factory
And my son, who is on the honors list, plays varsity
But my secret is that my son used to abuse me
And no one knew this this but me
I could lose him forever,
if anyone found out about him, especially my family
To hide the abuse,
I used to wear a mask
Now I am free
I no longer live hidden in a mask"
The third woman is ready to tell her story
She begins to speak
"Yes, you may know me
from top of the line magazines
I have modeled almost all my life
and have been on every cover that is to be seen
And yes, I may have wealth and fame
with respect from many with class to my name
So what could ever be wrong with me?
I have scars, inside and out, from a mental illness,
my mental illness
If anyone one had found out,
it could have destroyed my career
That I have worked and fought for so long
that I have held near and dear
That is why I lived my life behind an iron mask
But I am no longer fearful
I am free
To live without the iron mask that once held me"
The last woman has tears in her eyes
As she goes to speak
All of you see this white collar
and know that I'm a pastor in my church
And I came to the country in search
I wanted freedom for my life
But inside of me, I had no life
For my secret is that
I am illegal alien who has a criminal past
When people saw my collar, they didn't question my past
And I was a lesbian prostitute in order to survive
I used to steal to keep alive
This my secret
And I hope all of you will forgive me
But now I am stronger without my mask
I am finally free"
In unison,
all of the women, holding hands, come up to speak
"I am a woman who is no longer afraid to speak
I am just one out of millions who have worn a mask
But every second of every day,
there are still millions of women who still wear a mask
But today,
I declare myself free
And I will be the voice of the woman who still is not free
Then one day,
she may be the next one to say
I am free!
I am free!
This mask will no longer hide me!"
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