[This Entrenched Man] a poem

The man I am now is not a perfect man;
there are flaws, depreciation, defects, wounded
Ideals and fears that I have yet to admit are fears-

-but what I have become is what every man becomes
when he looks in the mirror and first realize that
flaws are identification, desirable traits, trash
recycled and given new life, meaning and purpose-
Imperfection has set the foundation for a fragmented
mold that has found a form of love and sacrificed it
for a falsified love-

I’ve solidified this self-destructive, tragic-comic
man entrenched in his own suffering; If suffering
should come, it should be by my very own doing.



Dontrell Lovet't
from, [Labial Laughs]