born
to a situation or generational enslavement where sociality is genetic. people
set in their space or prowess to survive while most need to escape fire. men
acting fierce or arranged by fury where hating self – trickles into a flood.
horsetail density along alley passages where no one is taught to cherish self.
indeed, if I hate myself, I will hate others, where disparage is systematically
prevalent. one might run into self-pride. another becomes yoga. or others
slowly rot, angered with others for moving forward. our contrarianism our
private flutes our tribal tambourines. we put riches on a pedestal or we panic
to say hello while perception is rooted existence. my cup is full or empty or
at some measurement; my life is cold my reality is harsh, I grow, if not
monitored, to hate those possessing what I lack. or a small girl, climbing her
mountain, placing palms on those tablets. torn by toil or slung in mud with
pedophilia ranking high in America. to deal with poverty, to have violations,
as asked to perform at high capacity. some tragedy at bass those booming speakers
those terrific calamities; as tethered to trauma, trying to fit with others,
while so silent most never saw the breakdown coming. “I was shocked. Helen is a
cool, calm person. I guess looking back she was a bit reserved.” herein, we get
a formula. if one is isolated, or quiet, that means such a person is going to
lose it. such remedies to rare reaches while agony is often vocal. I was primal
at one time. I sought civility. I noticed we don’t truly like each other.
mother gave a countenance, or dearth gave a countenance, or honestly, disorder
gave a countenance; as conscious seekers as probing sewers, with much hope in
discovering country-sides; notwithstanding life, where problems get immediate,
while others just work injuries out; to die a bit, or to live a smidgen, if but
to believe one will free travesty. by keel of soul, slowly unstitched, while
most have deceived to retrieve then disappear. a woman with three children, a
man headed to Chicago, a child asking too many difficult questions. so mauled
inside or forced by defenses at some fence too oiled to climb. but a boy is
genetic difference, as appointed by destiny, to earn a scholarship. most study
four hours a day, he studies all day, most did three pages, he did seven. so
little but self, or re-gauged at turns, such soft encouragement. a person
becomes too resilient, or too independent as a tragic story untold.
