Pro Acclimation Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Surely I care
More than it truly shows
Too protective
Emotional detective
Taken for granted
Yet, my trust will soon grow


So many games
Ways to come on in
Felt so naked
So I hid myself within
Became a stereotype
To those who misunderstood


Poker faced
My own personal pace
Walked fast as I could
To my surroundings
Which I always seemed to escape


This life my own
Not always the life shown
A personal journey
Turning into a passion that will grow


I am not perfect
Nor wish ever to be
I am just a beautiful error of essence
All I am is just, me


Mistakes are great
As flaws are too
Never done with intent
Unnaturally woven l in my own validity


Surely I do care
More than you would ever realize

I am my own creatively bliss anomaly
Someone deeper than anything shallow would know


My faith I will always keep
No matter where my soul shall ever go


Who am I anyhow?


I guess I am either a cure
Or maybe ignorance’s disease


Who cares as long as honesty always accepts, me

In other words doubters are the ones self-imprisoned
While we souls are always free


I burnt any box that tried capturing me to judge


If I were to be the enemy of the self-righteous
So let it be, they are indeed imprisoned
I am truly free


So let me become
Anything you do not want to me to be


A surprise is always fun

Let us all rejoice and always be free

I will always strive to be an unsolved mystery!

Are you really scared of me?
Why would you be?