The people are strange,
the culture is odd,
the people are diverse,
the culture is a facade.

Life isn't a museum,
a display for the holy,
life is an infirmary,
for the beaten down,
the lonely.

I find that I love them anyway,
their humor is wholesome,
their personas loving,
this is a necessary evil.

Who you are is a series of gestures,
successful or otherwise,
who you are is a collection of mementos,
who you are is loved,
the only thing worth being.