...We cultured ourselves/
wasnt enough to high class looks/
our feet pregnant with a pride so ancient/
I gelee'd my contrived culture,/
wore the scent of bourgie/
attempting to mask the discordant tones of my off-key insecurities,/
tone-deaf inadequacies.../
the shrill holler of a life's melody/
never cadence...just unresolved..../
let us put on the sleeves/ of reality,/
I said let us put on the sleeves of reality/
take off the contact lenses of skewed perspective,/
take off the bra of indecent, narrowminded thinking.../
holding the milkless breasts of my mentality/ restricted.../
I will instead speak an assortment of free verse and prose beginnings,/
replacing the confusing haiku that litered my tongue...
tbc.
©2011/bloodspeaks
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