After reading a poem,
I feel sorrow wash over me
mortality is life,
to deny it is to deny
my humanity.
I inhale the jasmine in my tea
and drink the bitter infusion
of flowers and leaves,
and then I breathe,
and chuckle and the simple joy
of this moment.
Here too is my humanity.
Worries, fears, anxieties,
hopes, faith, resolutions, plans,
all bound up
in one soul.
Put a uniform on me,
give me a script,
put words in my mouth,
make me one with you,
one of you,
but I will still be me
behind the mask
you have made for me.
Today I wear a dark blue suit,
and red tie.
That will throw them off...
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