The past creates the FUTURE

June 20, 2016

I lost dignity trying to fit a culture's mold, I lost self-respect in my rebellion.

Trying to fit the "look," looking foolish in my efforts to look cool and have a

hard grace. I preserved the made up martyr in me in an effort to feel sane. I

gave into temptation from tormentors and deadly weapons--all for a sense,

a sojourn, into a limpid environment. I was proselytized into believing the

hype of "this will take your stress away."

Delusional.

Leaving the land

to indulgence in the mud.

A self-proclaimed sociologist in a lions den

that was filled with sheep--

becoming intangible in obsequiousness to the slow-moving beat of the

followers.

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