Those who see me will certainly not know me. There is no road map - TopicsExpress



          

Those who see me will certainly not know me. There is no road map to my rebellion on my skin. For my sense of sense is an internal pulse, Requiring no metal or ink to be sustained. My clothing once long ago expanded, Well beyond the charcoal hue. Altered nothing beyond removing one more clue. In labor they may point towards conformity. Yet in this era of expectations, To labor for ones self is its own rebellion. My anger has not diminished, It has become focused. A forged blade from crude metal ore. Who I am requires none of these signs. Perhaps needed for societal acceptance, But never needed for existence. In this the whispers become like the rain.
Posted on: Mon, 24 Jun 2013 01:43:50 +0000

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