stop to realize
I have become
a walking relic,
a tie-wearing man
in an open-collar world
where eunuchs grow beards
and women lean in
when they should stand
where savages
are taken for scholars
and beauty and art
is measured in dollars
but I smile widely
as I spot the sharp eyes
of my growing tribe
recused
and refuse
to live a lie
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