Authentic
Authentic is living from one’s perceived, core truth,
it is any soul’s possibility before falsehoods root.
Genuine as a babe’s new breath in bloom,
authentic souls wear no masks or flaky costumes
for they shape spirit, not mankind’s trendy groups.
Authentic is never popular or a tolerated norm.
Mankind is cruel when different fails to compute,
in fact, authentic has often gained man’s abuse.
Glorious eternity embraces each soul’s authentic honed jewel
while earth stays those who failed authentic school
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2017
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