Prerequisite

As gentle hue gives way to opportunity 

I am physically free and mentally confined. 

Bound by atmospheric customs 

Liberation escapes me

Residing in a lie only to sustain sanity 

Only in solitude do I find my truest self 

Honesty publicly masquerading as non-bias political correctness

Equals internal stress from lack of pure expression 

Added to equations yet equality remains ever so illusive   

Striving with minimal attainment is the constant thread in this fabric of blackness

Continuous oversights leave me oversighted 

Misquoted and misguided I seek refuge in all that is familiar 

Rehabilitation seems to be the greatest of lies in this cyclonic conundrum of regulations

Inspired only by what my eyes behold my expectations resides in the highest of lows 

Strength to endure only powered by the fantasies in my head. 

I refer back to my solitude; 

Where I find...

Pardon me, when I express...

I am sorry, when I question...

Forgive me, when I ACCEPT my truest self 

                                                                                                Cedric C. Fleming