A Tint In My Glass

Once exalted

By these wavering humans

Who bound for the outward

Like a disease

Fall short in the pursuit of my realness

Even I

I cannot perceive my wholeness

How much more these external pimps


Bound by the shackles

Of their own self exaltations


Here gathering,

Once I flawed:

Then bouts of judgement

A show of loyalty

Pretensions of love

And many hypocrisies


I look further within; perhaps above


So I live

My fate I bare



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