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

Stop.

I look further within; perhaps above

 

So I live

My fate I bare