In this life there are a few things that I’ve learned
You can’t believe in all the words you’ve heard
And only trust in knowing that truth just is not pure and white,
The devil is an angel, and
A face is just a face until its burned by the sun
And a man is just a man unless he’s a black one
So, if I Am knowing then this blessing is their curse
I witness plastic smiles claiming allegiance
With their naked truth exposed they run for cover
Cloaked in division
Living life in comparison
Never finding comfort in their own tone
Changing for the bet, fadded, and faded.
How can you trust in those practicing deception?
Why should we indulge if our preference is a weapon?
Wisdoms of unknown, complex contemplation
Woes over complexion, bleached eroding surfaces.
Choosing tools over purpose, questioning, “Is it worth it?”
Is this a life worth living?
Or even better question,
Do you value yours?