If I am honest to a T
And dot my i’s in ink
Can I exchange said truth for beauty
A flower for a candlestick
To commemorate the holy hour
I placed my heart upon my sleeve
And offered you my superpower –
A comrade to believe


I am

The shadow on the day is long
Jehovah turns away
The world you dread is old is brave
Behold your king, charlatan, knave

Truth is beauty
Is humble, fearless, bides
Beauty is blind
Simple, unrefined

I am poor
I am brown
I am displaced
I am love now erased