Let Not the False Betray You

Poor or too rich, different in form or race? Remain slave to no opinion, identity is a label for a can of beans. Nothing living and upright need bow to a tribal or common hitch or halter. When they call you this and that, every badge they pin on you is a disguised condescension. To them you will always be a victim of low expectations. Man is your name and woman your truth. When they come to you with their polls, clipboards, their pandering unctuousness, look them in the eye, say: ‘I am one of a kind, a race of becoming giants, a living spirit of God, imperfect - yes but I can be seen clearly, while you live in the shadow of a lie.’