I get it – the blues of voices blurred into a shared distance,
restless eyes upon the prize of recognition
never larger than their own.
It is not the first time I see swollen pride
but it makes me ashamed of myself
to see the mirrors of my species blinding one another.
If only could we drop it
and let us become true,
at least,
to ourselves.
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
I get it – the blues of voices blurred into a shared distance,
restless eyes upon the prize of recognition
never larger than their own.
It is not the first time I see swollen pride
but it makes me ashamed of myself
to see the mirrors of my species blinding one another.
If only could we drop it
and let us become true,
at least,
to ourselves.
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