Why do you prance and dance on my face?
Was my skin to bold, to pure to look at?
My thoughts to philosophical to compete with your chariot?
Maybe if you hadn’t joined the uniformity.
Cursed your soul and bathed your children in ignorance.
Spent a life looking for a man with the answers to it,
and allowed yourself to puke and spew your blood
into the category of self-conscious thought.
Then maybe you could think.
Realize one man doesn’t hold all the answers.
That those you do trust can lie.
That a loving heart is the easiest to break.
That maybe there is no gray area in life.
And evil is always chosen over happiness.
Or maybe I'm just scared.
Scared to exit the uniformity and forge my own path.
Because I couldn’t possible believe all the words on this page.
Could I? I’m just saying,
just maybe. 

cori graham