My Worth I Already Know Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I am not one so quick
To pass my friendship around.
Or solicit acceptance
From those with frowns.

I know my feet are planted steadily,
On the ground.
With other clowns!
In pretense.
That this circus lived...
Strains from decadence.

And cheerful smiles,
Should be passed around.
Even if one is feeling down.

No!
Uh-huh.

I am not one so quick
To pass my friendship around.
Or solicit acceptance
From those with frowns.

No!
Uh-huh.

No plastic mask,
Will I snap on fast.
Just to convey...
Others find me 'okay'.

No!
Uh-huh.
Not me.

I'm not willing to release my peace...
To gain that kind of entry!
Not to pay a fee,
To be found worthy.

My worth...
I already know!
And it is freed of masquerade.