To the perceptions of an Olympian styled ego
i am a neolithic imperfection,
a wave amongst lateral limitation,
a gargoyle stood next to the angels of superficial indoctrination
polluting the shallow streams of social expectation
with dis-functional isms and rugged appearance,
when fed by the apparent
i am a visual inconvenience,
but i don't let that bring me down,
because my soul when lit,
could outshine
with beauty
most of the lights in this town.




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