There is a certain amount of bias that I am categorized
as being part of.
I am free to be as long as I do not belong to
that niche, that higher sense of being.
Why do I feel flawed? I do seem to be placed
in that category.
Why am I pigeon holed into that slot that does
not belong here or there?
I am not white nor am I black. I can write or
I cannot write. I am good looking or I am not.
I am friendly or I am not. I am too sensitive
or I am not.
I am very cold or I am not. Am I to extreme?
I thought that learning to live as a being allowed
me to live on this planet.
Who painted the picture that framed our guidelines?
Is it I who have moved my thoughts to the extreme
or
am I just blasé, a neutered guard standing
in the background.
I do not know but I do not think that I will
change?
I can never stand on that line perfectly still;
I will swirl to one side or the other.
Pastels and hard tack, paint it simple and stick
it into the mind.
Your mind will always be bombarded if you move
into this space.
You will be put into your place on this planet.
You will arrive above your feet looking out at
your view.
Tomas