Take a Shot From There

Take a pure shot from where you stand and print me just the way I am with no added colour of admiration, 3D effects of willingness, or glossy prints of encouraging stimulus For where I stand, has no milky waterfalls, nor honey forestry but Silky anger and honey foretaste of the sweet stress that lies ahead, coated with muddy sand and dry season Take a pure shot from where you stand Please, don’t add rainbow gestures to the picture because it’s been a while I have seen nor said hello to the vivid rainbow This is because the eyeglass of the lively rainbow is cracked So it can’t see me either, this has swallowed It’s speech and rendered it, emotionally heartless I don’t blame nor judge its sudden lippy disrespect for I know, it doesn’t want to damage further, blench or bleach itself into my loopy shoes Take a pure shot from where you stand Please, don’t print me in coloured because I am left in a monochrome mood wondering in an unrealized lessened globe Take a pure shot from where you stand don’t take the shot with the camera flash light so that you shall have a real feel of the darkened purity, which possesses the surrounding of where I accusingly pose Don’t conclude my picture or exclusively judge me as a loser For I am not! If you think I am, try posing a second in my picture, while I take the picture from where you stand