Pov

On the contrary,
we are not always the individuals we set out to become
Metamorphic Catastrophe, you’re wound too tight for your own good.
You are somersault wandering
through personalities like stores
and you dispose of people like your dirty laundry.

Absolute power corrupts
but not one of us has a complete hold on ourselves.
your tongue collides with your teeth
in this war of the words that lead to torrential downpour
of colorful sarcasm.

On the contrary,
between black and white
there is more grey than we’d like to acknowledge,
where ash crafted imaginations are sin soothed
in quicksand quarantine. Black dirt under nails,
whites of eyes. Hold the truth up to the light
and watch it change color.
When you find yourself a stranger in your
own native land, instead
of a change of address, change
perspective.