How utterly painful, how frustrating
To be misunderstood,
Worse, begrudged.
God forbid this as our answer to another.
Deaf we make our way,
Narrow instinct our careless guide.
We crown our right.
Childish dreams color
From a palette of fear—will—malice.
On this journey sometimes dark
Need we beg light,
Yet no friend or kin steps forth
To spare us on our way.
God forbid this as our answer to another.
Let Anyone With Ears Listen--Normangee, Texas (September 7, 2008)
R. Harold Hollis
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