I accept
Awareness smacks me as if I done something wrong; Punishes me for maturity's belief's in me,
Grounds me for the way I've misbehaved, and for the confusion cradling me like a tong, I develop adaptability.
Awareness mothers me to such intensity I spawn need to run away,
sexuality brothers me to dizzy insecurity and I become embarrassed to walk abroad each day.
I become afraid at the childish statements grown men say... as they entice me with riches to act in a specific way.
I chew gum of acceptance with powerful strides, allowing the juice of wisdom calm inside... I chuck pieces of disobedience off to the side, I arrange flowers of bereavement to the awareness I hide.
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