acceptance

let them exist, let them all just exist
wicked and beautiful, crooked and shy
sing in their showers and plant their trees
somewhere among them am i

somewhere inside very prominent crowd
i can create an identity of
somebody who’s neither sorry nor proud,
somebody ready to love

bus stops forgotten have stories to tell
i can imagine if cardboard could speak
what if we talk to each other as well,
wholesome, ambitious, unique

so if you think that i’m slightly too much –
poems too deep and emotions too loud –
look through the mirror, my arrogant judge,
let me exist in the crowd