poem made with hussein, christianas son

[akbrook2005]

I dont like pride in the wrong places
vanity on the wrong faces
mystery as perfume
seduction as gloom
I dont like people who throw away
the part of them that wants to play
with their unformed identities
the part that falls in love with knees
bent over, hands let free,
the part that no one sees in me
is there and I wish that the world was made
like grass, with growth in every blade