Sublimations

They ha've tha run o'      
they'ah own Heartland      
no one can evah trap'em;        
they'ah elusive Bein's    
always Seein' different      
thay'an tha rest      
       
They'ah mature defense      
mechanisms resistin'        
status-quo dictates        
a'ynd ig'norant idiots      
       
"Ugly bags of watah"      
rebellin' against societal      
expectation to surrendah    
they'ah Spirit to tha rules        
       
But they refused to conform        
within "acceptable actions"        
or "suitable behaviah" out-  
lined by any pointed fingah  
actin' like they the only ones
knowin' tha ins and outs  
or how'to's ah writin'  
       
They Eschewed brain washin'      
and long-term conversion        
from innate impulses        
they was naturally born with    
a'ynd follow they'ah callin'  
       
If yah just be very still        
a'ynd listen' yah can feel  
'em formin' from a space  
a' nuthin' inside ya own self      
       
Free Renegades chartin'        
the natural ordah a things      
through instinctual Blood        
Experience and Love      
       
Maneuverin' your Heartland      
away from a matrix of norm        
to mahticulously formed      
Sanctuaries of Poem        
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