My optimism abounds
swirling around me occasionally
Occasionally I have enough faith to believe in myself
Occasionally I can actually taste the beauty
a delicious contrast with how the 9-5 makes me feel
dead inside and inadequate
failing with my flailings
More than anything – I am searching for something to believe in
some cause to fight for
a smile to imagine the eventual departure
There are some things you wouldn’t understand –
being a man and having the equipment to better assert yourself –
it is exhausting to be respectful while knowing you are not at all respected.
Is it too much to want to be appreciated?
Too much to be treated with respect, as opposed to less than human?
I am not gum or shit on your shoe.
Do not continue to underestimate me.