Saturday, November 5, 2022

Dreams

If I weren’t scared I’d

do what I knew, I’d

stick to what’s true

for myself, not the crew,


not the crowd nor the trends

that most people pretend

are laws that don’t bend.

My gut knows that’s pretend


and that time that I spend

learning, observing

this life and this world

is more than deserving


of being spoken and turning

folks’ minds to their yearnings.

Faith in myself

is what waits on the shelf


for the day that the shame

gets released from the claim

that I’m worthy of blame

and I redeem my name.


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