I have decided to record poem readings. My first one recorded is the last poem I wrote (No Mold). I have posted the first draft of the poem on this blog but have edited it since. Here is the version I used for this video.
Oh sad and crumpling world
where the non-judgmental judge,
where those who fight for the future
live in the past,
and where beauty is
as fragile as a single word.
What a poor world
where beauty and art
can only be seen striped of dignity,
where nonconformist conforms,
and integrity is torn from morals.
What a sad, sad world
where one shouts, “Be who you are,”
as they push you into a mold.
Can you not see my beauty?
do you not understand my soul?
I am not simply a body.
I do not need your mold.
Yes, what a sad, crumpling world.
It breaks my very being,
so I will walk away.
And stand where others will fall.
see the beauty in dignity,
art in the unmodified.
For I do not judge those who judge
do not condemn those who condemn
and I love all.