A prose poem about being a fortress amid the flakiness in my world - enjoy! |
Another broken promise or subpar deed By which I am deceived – I once again become castrated of my manhood By their age-old perception of gonads And superior gumption. Any challenge to these blatant infractions Would be utterly misguided, And I must tolerate further mistrust For our friendship to continue forward. In this world of mistaken identities and nonchalant brilliance, I must endure this hypocrisy, For it is likely that these superior allies Have warm and honest intentions And that my fears and insecurities are mostly unfounded. For what preceded these unintended slights Are some of the most fulfilling and enjoyable moments, And the unity, kindness, and love shown to me In previous get-togethers Has led me to seek further, closer interactions. Patience, talent, and nerves form the basis Of a happy and blissful ending For all parties involved, In this deceptive, yet fruitful melee. For humans must comprise a fortress of solemnity; There exists strength in numbers, And individual ability and dignity Form half of this auspicious, yet archaic battle. |