I do not want to be that way

Up till the present day

I have been good just

To make your head shake

Mistaking the same mistakes

Over and over again

You loved me so I learned love

You were loyal to me so I learned


It was never due to me

Should I be out on the street

Destitute in poverty

You would still deserve 

The very best of me

Might I never feel entitled

To indulge my sensories

Because of some good deed

Improperly percived, carried

Out by my hands,

By my imperfect eyes


Good Measure


Please teach me
To accept what
You give and
What you do not give
Help me to see
Face value
Not to philosophize
Not to read between
Because the measure
You measure out
Is always the perfect

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