Boo Boo Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

They, believing they were wiser, looked upon their brethren, thinking to themselves that they were more advanced: gave their opinion that was solely personal about them, reflecting nothing good.

Their given viewpoint captures the majority of the host, shortly changing those purposed not equal to them: declaring their noble position left as this lower, some among them lesser, judging themselves more superior.

They anointed themselves with crowns, applauding, creating a dissimilarity and distinction from them: composing with their speculations this indifference.

The reality of who they actually were: they could impose their viewpoints, and select their opinions, yet couldn't erase who they were in life.

So, life's bottom line, it seems no one was created from another person's desire: our formation was from the light and darkness, meaning all formed were equal.

No, boo boos.