Doubt is part of every word I say.
Before the glances congeal
into a gaze,
I am already formed.
Existing to be discarded.
How many estimates
Must I encounter
To meet the one
I cannot fall short of?
I will fail you
In your judgement
Gaged beneath you or above.
I am neither.
Don’t be awkward.
Avoid tense situations,
Try not to make a scene,
Never challenge assumptions
Meant to keep you out,
There is the possibility
For further offense,
Yet, with it,
the smallest chance
When the assessors put away their scales,
When the haughty walk away with their condescension,
When the clever finish laughing at their snide remarks,
When the confident are done pointing out insecurities,
When the bullies tire of their threats,
The victims will stop defending themselves,
The anxious will stop hiding their fears,
The stupid will no longer be ashamed of their ignorance,
The humble will rise with their heads held high,
The valuations will be rendered obsolete
In a system of artifice completely useless for truth.
Text and images by M.P. Baecker © 2018.