My mom’s intelligence is like a religion
Secretly my religion.
I dont understand it i
Fear it. Not for itself but
Fear myself for deviance
And my disproportionate self
Where are all these failures coming from? Me.
Where are all these trips and falls bringing me to?
Life’s hard glares at my inauthenticity
A pale pale pale carbon copy of
What i could be, what i should be,
What i would never be.
I wish i could do some justice.