I've acknowledged, so let it be known
That I don't judge others' words and
work the same way as my own.
In the company of strangers, I'm
pleased if they just entertain me,
But my words don't merely represent. I
expect them to contain me.
One might expect my friends to fall 'tween stranger than myself,
Based on how close they are to me, but the truth is something else:
That there's another standard yet, pertaining to my friends.
It's not that I go easy to avoid a need
to make amends.
I see their prints on what they do, the
ridges of their minds.
My friends' work takes a picture of the
best folks I can find.
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