Sundown of a Blank Stare

God forbid I fail to conform to æsthetic
norms some strangers dictated for me in their heads.
With all I have to deal with, looking like them is

further off my horizon than the suburban
sundown of their blank stares burning down relevance,
running out of town opportunity and chance

to open their shuttered minds, extend their lenses
and expand points of view they just shoot up as if
firing rounds of unintelligence takes some skill.

So, I will continue as I have, not giving
a damn or a fuck, not building up who I am
just to hold it back, since this is what I was sent

to be and say and do; to see past rhetoric
and speak only truth when idiots envy its
cooling and calming and liberating effect.

God forbid I fail to conform to æsthetic
norms some strangers dictated for me in their heads.
With all I have to deal with, ‘fitting in’ with them
is worthless, like unsolicited opinions.