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Undercover

Undercover

Our culture has a label called supremacy.
It's a dark stereotype; not a pleasantry.
A yearning to uncover each essence.
Distinguishing those who are luminescent.
Acceptance is what some casings hold.
From the ugly, the meek and the bold.   

Transcending the essence of design.
A treasure few sacrifice to find.
Surpassing this blood and flesh casing.
To sieve each soul then weed out hating.
Enlightening inhabitants to each malevolence.
Divulging the validity of the benevolence.

There isn't a way to see one from the other.
Souls are disguised set undercover.
Oh but to know the truth of our natures.
See more then revealed on the surface of neighbors.
Exposing the character concealed in vain.
A moment in time when vulnerability reigns.

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Tony Taylor

Jamie!!......an excellent write my friend.........love the truth of your subject matter and the passionate phrasing with which it is conveyed...........perfect formatting of  the a,a, b,b, c,c, rhyme scheme..........this is not the first piece of yours I've read that speaks to the soul of a man........and not the look of him.........Emerson would be proud of your eye for beauty........    5*s     FAV     .......well done friend!!...........love and rockets.......T   xx

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Jamie Tegtmeyer

you know how to give a compliment. i blush being compared to Emerson, thank you

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