a product of your environment
so carefully crafted i sew the features onto the canvas
the moon is full tonight
the needle and thread as thin as can be
I will never see eye to eye with her
I bind each string to the only choice i have
to choose discipline over dignity
I refuse to knot my adolescence without innocence
to produce and create causes the culture to deceive
the production to be mythic
My envy shines green , glowing deeply
I stitch up and down highs to lows
line after line
to be committed is to be completed
without a shard of accountable reflection the conclusion of course is purely coincidental
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