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I Am Unique

I know there's shit in my arse but let one man come up whose arse doesn't stink. I do not have confidence because I have no flaws, I have confidence because I see the flaws in other people and a man brags about his penis no matter how small.
So what's the need in the comparison? The opinionated selection of right and wrong measured on the yardstick of ignorance and an overbearing sense of self righteousness.
Everyone thinks they're smart.
Yet again Descrates did say 'Good sense is the most evenly shared thing in the world because each of us thinks he is so well endowed with it...'
How then can you fault my opinion?
Gospel rapper Lecrae says 'If what's true for you is true for you and what's true for me is true for me, what if my truth says yours is a lie?
Is it still true?'
In reality, no one is truly special and no one is the same for we are all unique.
So why should you judge me and will me to bend to your shape? Why would you imprison me in your opinion of an ideal man or woman or boy or girl? Why can't I just be me as I am in the many shapes and sizes that I come and in the confusions and clarity of thought that plagues me?
If you want to see yourself then look in a mirror not in my eye.
You would say you brought me up, hatched me out of my shell, fed me and helped me grow and now that I have grown wings you say I shouldn't fly. You forget that in the end everyman has a path he must follow and it is often not the same path.
At the end of the day everyman must know what's best for him and must trudge along that path with as much diligence as he can muster.
Life is a canvas, we are all artists.

I AM KAY
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