You see me as a reflective representation,
Of my choice of environment.
And your judgements passed on me,
Through the use of your limitations...
Has led to your distorted beliefs,
And what you perceive...
My acquired abilities to be.
Unfortunately,
Your degree of ignorance...
Stands in your way not mine.
I had too many experiences,
In a limited period of time.
And I have learned by great teachers,
Who brought to my attention...
'Never be the one making attempts to impress.
Be the one to remember,
How and who has addressed you...
With a showing of their respect.
And the rest to you will be revealed.
And in time...
All of it will be corrected.'
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