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Pretty Boy with light skin (Spoken Piece); Adapted from the opening lines of Miles Hodges - Maskless

Never trust this pretty boy with light skin,

Whose words never fail to redecorate him,

Whose heart is both pure and hard,

But, you can’t see that,

He just wants you to see the pure.

He won’t let you see the tears behind his eyes when he smiles

knowing he’s still so far from who he wants to be.

Who he’s meant to be.

You can’t trust this pretty boy with light skin

Who’s stories will try to make one forgive their own sin,

Who’s heart is so warm yet holds fear within,

Who’s always had struggles to lift up his chin

You can’t trust this pretty boy with light skin because he wears a mask

This mask,

Is worn so well that even he has accepted it as a part of his body.

But when he bears the courage...

I still hope you see this pretty boy with light skin

who cries among all that goes well for him,

Who struggles to love and is too naive on the surface.

I hope you can forgive him for being young,

he doesn’t really know what it feels like to be loved.

I hope that when you see this pretty boy with light skin,

You can easily win over his trust,

So that he can share with you his pain.

So that he can finally open up about why there’s a switchblade in his nightstand drawer,

It’s not just to cut his toenails,

I hope he tells you before you notice,

That he bites his fingernails off,

Sometimes out of anxiety; sometimes out of habit.

I hope he shares with you why he’s so sensitive to being led on,

Why he worries about giving too much,

And why he’s so protective when he knows others are in pain,

He thinks he’s a stuffed animal at heart,

A warm soft shield of love and affection,

Like hot cocoa,

It’s because this pretty boy with true tanned golden skin and milk-chocolate colored eyes,

He wishes he were compassionate.

He’s not

His mask is.

But his mask is fading.

It was really never his choice in the first place,

It’s called growing up.

Nowhere to hide for this pretty boy with light skin.