ShipShape

Photo by PIETER HUGO

With a mighty twist & swaying turn
I shred my self in the callous burn
for millilitres of acceptance in return

Stretching myself as thin as a crepe 
full body contortion to fit the universal shape
of the average looking knuckle dragging ape

Too often, after too much grape
I pick at old scars till they gape
& walk upside down in pedestrian landscapes 
with a head so low my diamond crown scrapes

But to be myself I have to escape
from the fear that makes us bait
for the mistake 
that makes us hate
our truest self, our greatest great

NV

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