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Maybe it’s me
Always overly acquainted with the all knowing eyes
And the rubbernecking of studying stares
The steady flow of innuendo
Perplexing
The arrows of displeasure aimed in my direction
All for having lowered my anchor
Rejoicing in where I’ve landed
Maybe not the preferred destination
But content with the richly cultivated grains of my being
Fertilized in fortitude from the favor I’ve been granted
And the divine soils in which my feet have firmly been planted

Maybe it’s me
Because my world is now serene
No longer entertaining the misunderstanding of me
And those who are still burdened
When I feel no obligation to explain the essence of my theme 
Or the reasons for my chosen path 
Those of which have caused my soul to scream 
Far too often in the past

Maybe it’s me
Because these beads of perspiration are not from disregard
But they are the manifestation
Of the tenacity in my concentration
When focused on me
Because I choose to stay missing
Though easily seen
My words remain reserved
Because gossip breeds the judgment of others
And that is not my bridge to cross
Nor will it be my cross to bear
Because I choose conversation that promotes elevation
And for that reason my words I do not spare
Because what you can’t own gives you unrest
And I wouldn’t dare to leave you grieving
So excuse me for inhaling the same air that you’ve been breathing
And it’s okay
Don’t bother getting up
Because I was just leaving

Copyright © 2014 by Daryl R. Gaines. All rights reserved

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