Please give it,

Dissecting it from thoseTrapped in costumesDisguising their worth…Is the utmost challenge,All of us face today!Since masquerading is coming to an end.These folks have ‘never’ been exposed.Without unmasking their true feelings.And it is in their eyes,A desire to be freed!Although Mickey and Minnie…Will forever have plastered smiles!

Felt inside.I discovered her on the hillside crying.To lessen a suspiciousness…I kept my silentness.I slowly began to take deep breaths.My nervousness developed a wetness on my brow.None of that I wanted to introduced.As I was being swept away…I knew then I was being loved seduced!Instantly!So I sat a few feet distanced,From her.In quiet ambiguity.Hoping she…

And those expressing it…‘Ridiculated’?It can not stay ‘ridiculous’ like this,Without a single change!And those suffering its affects…Not realizing the depths of their involvment?There is not enough of the antidote,To cure their ‘ridiculosis’!

Once they have convinced themselves…That sitting on it,Makes little sense.That practice had lasted too long…With some appearing as if monuments.As others claimed they had evidence,To prove scarecrows can’t fly…They just sit making noises,As time goes by!While others from a different flock…Fall asleep,Awaiting the arrival of a gravy train.

I stand.Thinking of the changes,I have experienced being the man I am.‘She is now called ‘Mama’!Ma! Or Ms Mimmie’.When she’s with her children…And grandchildren too!And I look up above me to witness the branches.The twigs!And the wonder of the tree…All of this ascends from!‘Matriarch she is! ‘, I think with no doubt.And the birds, squirrels…

They have felt comforted by the lies they have spoken.To keep their pains and resentments concealed.Their misdeeds directed have come to affect their minds.And the years of deceit now have come to surface.In illnesses they try to numb.With prescribed drugs to keep them hidden.But eventually…Truth shows what they have done!There are those so afraid to…