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If I don't offend you
What use am I?
What shade of complexity could I bring
What understanding would light your mind,
If the torn edges of maybes or what ifs weren't defined?
The swirl of uncertainty wrapping your tongue
sticky mud of insecurity would never water down
What faith would you tread on ground?
Oh What clarity hate affords the messengers target
Face it
without me you would have no purpose
No navigation between left or right
Appreciation is a lost art
A snicker of light
I'm not offended
I am simply aware
But you,
You're stuck with that blank stare.
