I’m conflicted
And constricted. 
By my youth. 

Lack of experience
Much to my detriment. 
No new experiments 
In search of the truth. 

There is no heart
No belief system,
Who fixes everything. 

Trying cultures
Seeing vultures
And voluptuous curves
Are questions. 

Marks and signs,
Evidence of life. 
But not pretty
And pretty is worth more

Esteemed higher
Than knowledge acquired. 
The key that you need
To open nice doors. 

Dreams are for children
Until they learn
That real
Will never accept

Different than taught
Inbred in the fabric 
That makes the clothes
You have to wear. 


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