Show the world who you are.
Dripped in honey and absinthe.
Hovering by a flame.
All parts, never the same.
As they try to push you under a reason.
A statement, a label, or part treason.
When you smash the brackets of age that constricts.
And you pull down the gods for a closer look.
Theyโ€™ll see you reflect in their eyes.
Please, memorise their apology.
And wave as they pass you by.

20 thoughts on “Revelation

  1. I dislike stereotyping, i am usually put in a box i don’t belong and forced to accept it, I love this poem that gives me strength to just be my own person. the lines memorise their apology and wave as they pass you by is like a Princess Diary moment! I’ll wear pink shoes and purple socks if i feel like it!

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    • Whoop! that’s exactly how it should be. I’m glad it held that level of empowerment. It’s easy to box people up, as it’s all about control. Nice to mix it up and keep them guessing i say. I hope those socks are odd as well ๐Ÿ™‚

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      • I am a rebel with little or no cause just my way of wanting to prove that different is almost always better. I like to suprise and shock on some days. This was a poem to be spoken not just read it’s got a lot of music to it too.


      • “What are you even rebelling against?”,…. “What you got?”
        Thank you, and yes we all have out own paths. Doing things for other’s approval never makes you happy. Express yourself, don’t repress yourself.
        [i wanna see pictures with you with green hair and riding a motorcycle now =) ]

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      • “This is where it begins for me right on this road.” aha…on a bright orange scooter! I am leaning more towards the brooding James Dean (my first serious movie crush) but Brando does have more swagger. yes its taken me all these years to be honest to the beat of my own drum, never dance to another’s tune.


      • I like that quote, some people hear the music but still refuse to dance. “Only the gentle are ever really strong.” was my favourite quote of his. Brando was just a spoilt child who never grew up, Dean lived his angst with gentle almost untouchable strength.

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  2. I feel this poem a lot. I’ve always felt like I’ve been stereotyped because I’m weird, or an outsider.
    Never been a fan of labeling someone just because they look a certain way.
    Society feeds on labels to keep the world close minded.

    Man, this poem is powerful.


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