the rhythm of the title inspires
for I bathe, cherish my amorphous
anonymity here

here, I am just words and nothing but;
free of judgment bias, I am both white
of background and black of letters,
my ****** orientation is of no consequence,
only my written portrait portrays the pencil
sketch of my being

it is as if I can breathe the freshest air on the
planet, plain and pure, for the very first time,
it defines me, as I, it; we merge celebrating
being plain and being pure
together