Real – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“If we are to achieve a richer culture, we must weave one in which each diverse human gift will find a fitting place.”  Margaret Meade

Real

They were real
devoted,
oblivious and in love,
they knew they were broken,
only others imprisoned them
in shackles of judgement
devised in their own
shallow minds and
jealous of their freedom
to simply be
more human than they.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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