I By Khari D. Hawke I refuse to surrender to the hissing catcalls of conformity,  A despair of epic infinity.  An existence of lonely promiscuity embattled within a war between incomprehensible discrepancy.  Discretion is a no-go as I will never give into this solo affliction so low that it slumbers beneath this hell we know as earth.  Testimonials painted ruby red sorrow and regret,  A bitterness so sweet with jaw tingling screams of should've could've would've's,  It could raise the dead.  My heart could never survive the insurgence of sorrow,  An onslaught of imposters who seek me as their prize.  A victory only won through bloodshed tears and an ignorance of fear.  A cut so deep that it sears through my past present and questionable tomorrow......  I don't want to be like you.