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Confession
I am a racist
I guess
for me
most gals
from my own culture
have remained
aloof and faceless
what once were
hereditarily shunned
exquisite shades
and their formerly
unfamiliar ways
have somehow evolved
as prominent features
that set off
my natural
irrational
brain haze
chemical reactions
leading to
near unquenchable
pains
perhaps
its just a case
of familiarity
breeding contempt
when first introduced
...yet before letting loose...
in this
ever-uncomfortable
plane
I only rubbed shoulders
...rather than boulders...
with gals
of similar
background and name
yet something within
fought off
the vanity
and material profanity
that characterize
their nurtured expectations
of upward mobility
and monetary gain
you know what?
scratch my blather
inane
perhaps I should
just go
screw myself
'cause
doesn't pretty much
EVERYONE
desire the same?
look at me
trying to rationalize
my own
mysterious triggers
as if I`m
somehow hooked
into something
bigger
giving me position
to relate
even
fictional Nazis
selling
Cinnabon
and Realty
are aware
of Emily's
astutely
pointed out
reality:
The Heart wants
what the Heart wants...
regardless of
creed
and let's face it:
morality
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