Mic Check.

born, bathed, & bruised in grains of Gaia---
it's hard to find someone to admire,
let alone--- grow to be wholly admirable;
in a world where humans are

fundamentally hypocritical
but still find the audacity
to make things they say
sound as honest as tainted
things they’ve said before.

I shake my head--- knowing I was

shaped, sculpted, & subjected to teachings of Terra---
to find someone to respect,
& grow to be someone respectable
(for others to vilify)
in a world where humans are not only
fundamentally judgmental
but are crafted in apprehension,
nurtured on condemnation then misconstrued
before they’re even invited to speak;

yet--- these are our kind of people
people, we revere
people, we follow
people, we adore
people, we groom

in the mirror--- before we step
to the microphone

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