When beauty takes a back seat, weak
against faith, surrendered to truth,
abashed to flaunt in the daylight, I
weep openly where tears previously
would have been detained against
the guise of delicacy.
When brimmed with compassion,
utterlessy willing to, with hope-luster,
accept forthrightly the joy in humanity,
I innocently disremember social
graces for soiled dirt, broken teeth,
and progression.
When consumed with not myself,
cultivating mansuetude to deter spectacles
of hidden competition, listening to what
is already known with sincerity of interest,
I find exalted normalities of hidden
others-strengths.
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