The Verdict

I don't believe in superstition, but I believe in ignorance.

I live in a world where simple words resonate.

I chew on knowledge and spit forth opinion into the face of naivete.

Waste away with me.

I throw intelligence into the still air and listen for a sound, a conversation of sorts.

Inhale my aura, exhale smut.

I stand before you, impurity at its best.

Carrion never looked so appetizing.

Leave me for the mountain trail and take away my indifference.

Bias, bigotry, and bent on impartiality, I am alone.

I walked away from all I knew and lost sight of what was true.

False allegations and a jury of my peers.

Guilty until proven innocent, evidence speaks softly with sympathy.

The verdict will shower me with freedom or drown me with incarceration.