Before This Day

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.


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