I don’t understand you,

so rather than try,

I will do my best to desecrate you,

I hope you can respect why.

When I can walk away from truth

I find it far easier to be freely uncouth

I’ll criticize the color of your eyes

if then general masses consider me wise.

I’m not troubled by this at all

I think a lot of people seem to be

getting all over the reality of your fall,

seems they think that life’s rewards come free.

Yet we haven’t really watched you,

beside a paparazzi trail of blood

they’ll trap you right out of the blue,

take no prisoners, one dead, one beloved.

We live in constant scrutiny by our peers,

a society that learns to hide their tears,

I cannot imagine any other way,

I was taught to be critical with dismay.

whenever I cannot understand some event

I will always seek a way I might secure,

my own ability to openly and gaily resent,

the fact that anyone might desecrate the pure.

I remember you as a champion, broke records, a winner.

Today, crumble barriers, run forward, Bruce Jenner