Before this day I pass, contempt of men I meet.
An idea given based on color.
Accept or reject my choice I think.
The choice a social construction.
Conform, be left out, alone or in the pack.
I ride the same and feel the hurt, the anger.
Fear is not an answer.
A symptom, broken spirits ruled by others.
On the road a draft welcomed or surely given
Meets the spirit unbroken accepted
But leery of histories facts I know.
I ride on in cadence of truth
Honor to self and those about
And take it with me when I walk.