Shapes delude me,
Running after the shapes bringing me to fatigue.
Images holding dark secrets with in,
Emanating with forsaken sin.
Wash the contagious sin away
Of the imperfect words you say.
Keep me in falsehood
Of things that would never be understood.
You thinking I couldn’t read in the dark,
I could by the Braille mark.
You mistook me for a fool,
My strength baffles you.
The appetite for knowledge pleased,
The darkness unveiled truth being the key.