I remember a short short time ago,
When I was guilty of ignorant innocence.
Feet firmly entrenched in the ridges of privilege.
Head in the clouds,
Better yet pushing through the aperture of my digestive end.
I knew and didn’t listen.
Fissure running along and creating a fault in my reasoning.
Listen to hear.
How could it be this way?
I thought I knew.
I never knew.
I didn’t listen.
Fishing among missing.
About to get on.
The hruth turts.
But it is a pain worth enduring in order to elevate my fellow travelers to this level.
Not just live and let live, but live and help live
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