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Cotton Clothing

You want to belong,

fit in with the crowd?

You follow after. Instead you should lead.

How many are there? Where is your place in this world?

I was just placed in this world.

You look at me in the eye with judgment.

I am shamed for not being the same.

What is it that you seek after?

If you see haveing eyes, haveing sight yet you can not see.

You follow a path in to darkness led by no light.

You hide in clothes made from whool. A wolf in a cotton coat.

Your mask will slip someday, when your eyes are closed, when it does let the sun seep in.

© 2018 Stacy Ingram vizcarrondo

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