Was inspired by the constant rejection to write this. Rejection is painful, but no one in modern times has ever died of it.
the imperFect poem
yes yes
we are the perfectly Imperfect ones
the imperfect poem
the sullied verse
our rhythms are off
our rhyme doesn’t chime
we are the Outsiders of the universe
the ones unallowed to climb
we lost couldn’t pay the cost
for we went against the gRain.
but we are free
“and freedom’s just another word” for everything to GAIN….