The Cloth That Made Me

I reap benefits from

Being cut from the fabric

Of a different cloth as I sore,

I rather take my time and breath

Slow than reaping what I sow,

Clothes don’t make the man

The man makes the clothes

Yet I wear my heart on my

Sleeve so it all shows,

My frequency grows

While I remove the mask

Of my ego,

The cloth of my consciousness

Is the warm scarf that protects

Me from the world that is oh

So cold

– Nick F. Hawkins

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