Poem // Scrape Through

There was once this night not too long ago

I was with the type of people I really don’t have much to do with often

People concerned about looking good and having lots of money

And objects, stuff, lots of stuff

And not at all of what lies beneath the surface

The real substance

This one person in particular

Peculiarly connected with me

I wouldn’t give way to their expected norms

The norms of she

Expected from he

I felt like I broke through

Just for a second even;

To that person

It gave me hope in humanity

People are capable of change

Sometimes it takes much heartache

But it doesn’t have to

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