tear at your skin
until you get in
and fix the thin
excuse for being
human.

Self loath if you must,
but how can you trust,
the thoughts and ******,
that what you guess
to be real.

all humans have flesh,
daily life is a test,
and how you pass,
is sleeping and waking
then opening your eyes
take your next breath.

Be ******* yourself
sure, but let no one
else concur, remember
though, curing concrete
only gets harder with
water, even tears.

So maybe just maybe learn
from life and dance, be limber
to absorb the punches,
the mockery of your artistry,
light a fire to your life,
as there is no match to you.

Other than the passion you always knew
you had.  Confident not sentimental,
beautiful and experimental, your picture
in the dictionary under GENIUS.


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