Tuesday, December 1, 2020

Autobiographical Friction

 What do they call you

 when you don't do things 

 like everybody else? 

Names. 

They insult you. 

What do they do 

when you consider that 

a compliment? 

They call you more names, 

and soon 

you do not hear them 

anymore. 

All you hear 

is serenity

as you dance 

through the chaos

Sure

it's a mess

but it is yours


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