Diversity rocks, people.

Now go ahead and make me broke, homeless, despised, tormented and tortured for saying so.

Oh, that’s right ~ you already have!…

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Recorded Reading (1:19): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/gkqapm69i1lpv0sozgenx/They.mp3?rlkey=6a8mkz4rmn2z25eh15ait1g6t&st=lucrzheo&dl=0

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They

It is most unusual
Yes, it’s passing rare,
Although I have looked everywhere,
Find even those of pity full

Free of need to place some folk
Lower than the rest
Some the “worst” and some the “best”
Some to kiss and some to poke

Who may not enjoy
The felicity
Of authenticity
So artifice employ

Eternally wary
To disguise
That which the the wise
Find arbitrary:

In one neighborhood
If you wear blue
Everyone thinks that you’re
Up to no good;

See, she wears her jewelry
Somewhat larger
Clothing smaller
Than is held acceptably;

He likes kissing other men;
She dies her hair pink;
Independent this one think
For herself, and then

Act upon with certainty
Her examined self-belief!
(Jailed for bringing same relief
To friend as enemy)

There are almost none can say
Among us here today,
As sad as it is to say,
That they don’t have a “They”

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