I decided not to read the magazine
Just to hold it over my head.
It seemed silly to read - words make me sweat
So instead they will do what I won't regret.
Because if I keep on reading
I might know more.
Tiny shapes called letters form life altering lines:
Letters of love, lyrics for soul, purposeful signs.
So why put them in my head,rather than on top?
Would I wish the risk to shift
my views, plans, my pure white skin?
I feel wise in this decision, but then again...