Sometimes I'd question why.
Or what that I've ever done wrong.
Why do I still disappoint?
Or why I can't meet their standards of
"Acceptable".
Recently.
And once again, I was reminded
of Moments.
Moments where I knelt as victim
to Prejudice,
and Discrimination
for no apparent reason.
See, what was a minor length fling of distaste
was seemingly not apparent,
but merely the "Unseen".
The kind of unseen that
makes a mark of its own kind
and they are to become-
Scars.
Meant to be remembered
and patronized for.
Talking about them. Or they.
Oh, they would never unveil their true strings
It was simply not worth the sacrifice
as they glow...
Proving their luminous and unfaltering halos that
BEAM.
As bright as freakin' hallelujah!
Comparable to that of the Almighty!
Snobs.
Their exorbitant and monster-like apparatus of
an EGO
that primes and manipulates
those of
the weak esteemed and faint-hearted.
And cast them further into the shadows.
Though it irks me to admit-
I've brought forward newly sprouted shoots of
shame and self-pity
accumulated over
the time being where I was subjected
to a deep slump of dejection
from sources, people
which and whom I would rather not name...
As I try to hold my head high,
and immerse into a self-contained unit
where I no longer trusted as freely-
In the wake of silence, there is self-defeat.
In search of belonging,
CCM.
