We dance through filtered stage lights
sing for everyone to hear
for you
the unsuspecting audience.
These lights can't show what's truly underneath
our concocted disguises
these illusions
these supernatural love-heros
damsels in distress
brainless scarecrows and swaying trees in the backround.
We are without shame and without fear
without boundaries or limits
and too often, without identities.
We change and shift witht the rise and fall
of these curtains
with the open and close
of those doors.

What you see is never what you get
from us, the people of the stage.
Us
the undesputed Costume Whores.

10/30/2003

Author's Note: This is from the topic Costume Whores, given to me by Barbara Griffith :)

Posted on 10/31/2003
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