I arrive at moral sanctity 

when every corner of My being

forms a systemic understanding 

of All beings

my gut knows no pain

my eyes see no difference

my heart lends itself to pain

my success stacked atop gifted foundations

provisioned by a white man's world

my head remembers discomfort

from the conception of my being

to the pigeon-holding of my existence

but 

recognises 

i am not the only One

and i do not serve only myself

blessed am i to think and feel 

yet also cursed to wake up from the deluge of lies and conforms

of communal grasp

communal purpose

and belief

yet again, am i at moral sanctity?

when every corner of my being

forms a systemic understanding

of All beings.