It’s the expectation
Existing with a demonstration
That I’ll receive confirmation
If I change my identification

Adjust the fabric of my being
To meet the standard of the fleeting
Moments that the flesh is chasing
But giving to internal dying

I reject this theory of success
Where I must pass a test
Just to be blessed
By the populace

I’ll stand firm in my identity
Fight against conformity
Push back on idolatry
To claim, in the end, eternal victory