I love you even when
your privilege is showing,
an inelegant thing
you try to tuck away
out of sight,
glaring at me defiantly.
I called it hypocrisy once
but I wasn't doing you justice
or maybe it's just that now
I am complicit.
YOU ARE READING
Sweeping Winds and Rainbow Beginnings
PoetryThese are a few of my poems. I would prefer to take my time and try to sort the better ones out from the rubbish so it might take me a while to collect. I hope you can stop by and enjoy a poem or several. In poetry (good or bad) we express something...
