I sawa a side I had not seen before.
No person is perfect. We place them on pedestals.
To revere, to look up to, until the hairline fracture, we didn't see,
cracks, brings the whole building down.
This has happened before and may happen again,
each time I look up to them less.
I look towards the day we all will be equal
that day I will be at my best.
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