Acculturated

They said:
Become acculturated:
You’ll fit in,
And never be alone —

Your faults
Are many, son, and you
Have much to learn,
So much you must be shown —

I longed
To be part of the crowd,
To dance amid
The painted silicone,

So I
Became acculturated:
And my bruised up heart
Turned into
Stone

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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