For each of us who do not, will not and should not fit the constraints of any box placed upon or around us for our persons are far too multifaceted
we do not seem
to fold neatly
into those portraits
which you paint of us
this frame too often small
that pigment so less than vivid
seeming to crack and fade
at first application
we do not juxtapose
squarely against
the prefabricated image
which is held of us
we are not your calf of gold
to be foisted upon the altar
as an affront to the face
of god and deemed righteous
we are simply
beautifully
wonderfully
we are writers
poets
authors
of revolutionary insight
we are failures
false hearts
false prophets
fallacies
of our own penmanship
whose bent of diction
calls us to task
as we falter in acceptance
of our own mere mortality
our own inability
to be immersed
in every aspect
of living movement
we dare only do
our John Henrik
best work
to write down
our story
your story
that history is not
a tale once told
from the jawbone
of the conqueror
we are not your
primordial moral paragon
nor golden proportion
the bearer of standards
which burden
all others arising after
nor are we the Oracle
in your misconceived Matrix
the self elected Source
of your imperfect verse
we are imperfect versions
of ourselves becoming
Extraordinary
we are not your American Dream
of the nihilistic nuclear family
we are single parent syllables
birthing forth bastardized speech
struggling to respectably
raise the level of syllogism
we are symbols of Life, Liberty
and the pursuit of Flawless-less-ness
who shall not fashion ourselves
from the pre-sewn pattern
adjust your eyes
reorient yourself
see the quilted complexity
of we accordingly.
