Out Of Uniform

It is my last year now
Up in my mind,
I have picture film of myself
Without my uniform
That used to be my makeup
Before the shoot

The uniform that made me
Ere me made myself
The uniform that I used
To respect ere I do anything fondly
The uniform that used to
Provide me with dignity
In front of my foes

“How do I live without it”?
I mumbled to myself asking
Because it made me look equally
To those who used to face down
When they look at me
And see my brain
And not my existence

Without my uniform
Will fly like an eagle
Or end up like a pig?
Thursday, July 22, 2010

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