Or social
charades...
In minority
institutions
Which is to say that I was subjected to grammatically incorrect
intrusions
Upon my life’s heretofore perfectly composed
paragraph
An innocent, organic, abstract youth and sure my page is
half and half
But literature itself is a combination of black ink
complemented by
white spaces
Thirteen years young
but with a highly developed internal sonar
pickin up on society’s subtle
vibrations
So I intuitively tapped into the evolutionary wisdom of
self
preservation
Admonishing me unconsciously that I’ve got to choose-
races
See I guess their intellectual
laziness
Wouldn’t permit them to break down
my complex carbohydrates
and individually digest
me
So - degreeless in
taxonomy
But with a doctorate in
conformity
They applied a restrictively linear syntax
that caught
me
Mid-
stride.
While I was busy blazing a
TRAIL through
life
Bifurcating their fork in the road
with Achilles like
speed
Yet, with a naked openness
that left me susceptible to booby traps set within the
weeds
And slicing at my exposed heels like razors
was an infuriatingly addictive
need
To "
keep it real"
But now I KNOW the
deal
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