A New Perception

Average, Normal, Typical,

Who has the say to define such?

Who has the say to define beauty, class, status?

All is crafted and twined by mankind.

But I reach into the minds,

And collaborate with the divine,

To shift gears in the opposite direction.

To blind the eyes from seeing what average is.

Because it no longer exist.

This poem is about: 
Our world
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