Please excuse the normative
absent of *******’s stain
perhaps confusion should be shed
chase perfection from your head
the first glance may soon fail
if survival steps aside
admitting strangers to review
the honesty behind the mask.

Perhaps illusion is for the best
maintaining peace instead of self
while the spectrums ask their due
those aspects scream with neglect
denial traded to the Kings
for acceptance at their feet
now the straw has been dropped
on the top of camel’s back.

First the shallow is assumed
orientation checked with a glance
looking for one of two poles
the same for gender from the heart
the gaps are filled with prejudice
that type that sees what it will
while in between truth is found
separate from their biased views.

So much more awaits beyond
depravity in each mind’s eye
a proper measure may extend
to the depths we all have
passing beyond partisan
the shade acknowledged as unfair
to the bliss of ownership
what’s inside becomes the norm.

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