In the hallways of my dichotomy, I see a picture of you and me
One smiles, and one frowns but don't represent which is up and which is down
You can't see which is real for I am the only one that feels
I am lost at sea.
People treated me with a keen ignorance angered by perspiration
Calling me "fag" out of desperation
Their outlook in was never a respiration of what I breathe
I feel as if I have paid the fee.
Starved for acceptance all I could show was confidence.
Confidence angered out of fear
Mirrors shattered due to tears
Blood gushing this is the pain I see.
Learning to grow, and learning tolerance
Memories flowing like remembrance
Learning a valuable lesson, tolerant
This is the lesson that I see.
People live for the moment
And, people who learn from the moment
I hope to be the latter in years come
This is the paid fee.
Grow from the moment
And, learn philosophically
You can do better than what they will ever see
Come, let's pay that fee.
Let's show them the soul of a man.
This is my reflection before I turn 30.
Journal's note: Next week will be the Prayer of Inspiration.
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