It becomes ambiguity; our subtle
relations, our grilled egos: and raspberry ruins, or blueberry smiles, while
reaching for validation: our tormented skies, or tarantula eyes, while
gravitation has become resistance: our quadroon children, our mulatto beasts,
and more to hells we withstand—as lethal machines, or mimics of existence,
where entitlements serve their purpose: this look at dynamics, or this tasty
carrot, where we see differences: our promiscuous outlooks, or pure
fornication, while asking for committed adoration: or college hostilities,
those years to conflict, while encountering those geniuses: our songs
under-siege, our styles flaring insistence, where our educators are discriminatory:
as a man running, or this semi-conformist, while phones to guts those
resentments: this treacherous agenda, or that variance in temperaments, while
mirrors state that self has become intrusive: that lonesome gait, those lonesome
fiats, or merely such interior dialogue: as radiating contempt, or
demonstrating courage, where encounters prove our insecurities: our thinking
entourage, this cobra Cinderella, or this opposite fuming our determination:
ambiguous children, or unnerved resistance, to examine this need to conquer:
our violent mathematics, our casual English Departments, or phenomenal studies
leading us to Harvard: those souls with dreams, to locate our kernels, as to
relocate a particular disdain: this competitive island, those gems with havoc,
and our decision to give minimal assistance.
It becomes mimicry, or insidious
acceptance, while attempting to forge identity: our inclusive minds, our
resistant Humanities, or our Science proving inadequacies: those born contours,
those livid countenances, to enter a room while becoming core foci: this tale
about Philosophers, this admiration for Logic, or this professor plain against
such presence: to announce prematurely, this Light fuming in our futures, while
observation states that we can’t achieve that:
those carefree loafers, that singing hat, and those invisible binoculars:
those unvetted, unredeemed attractions, or scientific disgusts, while curious
to define credibility: this man’s return to life, while sick with resentments,
where humility became refuge: this battle of tolerance, this concern with
insecurities, to self-realize that said culprit has done no harm.
It becomes disgusts, while drawn,
nonetheless, where sheer interaction drives that inward voice: those vivacious
wits, this treasured competition, or dreams held up for verification: such
admiration, while feeling detached, or plain to lights a bit jealous: as young
musicians, or Assistant Psychologists, our ability to rewind our inherent
doubts: while living concretes, upon abstract wafers, where our best work is
barely editable: moreover, this tragic curse, through tragic tests, and this
need to live our superior lives: this battle with winds, this need for certain
qualifications, or put to light, this need for extraordinary accomplishments:
this two for us, this three for others, while we have designated our have-nots.
We pathologize humans—while congratulating
reflections, where one becomes attracted to color: this inner universe, this
anthropology, and this inability to locate this mental compass: our welkin
gravity, or carefree existence, those planets built upon lovemaking: our old
bongs, this naturalistic gong, or this metaphorical fan: as eyes churn, where
Love was uncolored, while deep friction proved an unlikely course: this hand at
reading, this shift in futures, this conversation perpetuating division: as
maybe, nay, or maybe with insistence—as we combine our inner windmills: this
soul by your measurements, our self-worth by your validation, or this common
reality given strangers rule over self-perception: as mentioned by fools, as
studied by Sociologists, or more to concerns this mythical satori: where resistance becomes normal, while we plague such
resistance, while we elope with our disgusts.
