Authentic
Apologetically authentic
Or unashamedly genuine?
I can’t find my glory
Through fake faces and sentiment
But I can’t stride through
If always baring my soul
The what ifs of favouritism
Are hard to fathom
Personally I see the favourites
Find them bland
Then look at my difficult self
And don’t see the rewards either
Imagine how happy I could be
If I could be a collection of faces
People want to see
Greeted with open arms
Invited
I need to know the face currently over my shoulder
Doesn’t grimace at my presence
Any and all warm embraces
Have to include heart and mind
That’s why I’m difficult
That and other reasons
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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