We believe we’re open, but truthfully we’re only open to concepts we’re willing to be open to, so how open are we. Our first instinct is to cast judgment, but it’s not our fault, we must accept this but deceive it. Lure it an alley where streets cats will distract its fact temporally so you may build your own. Let your central be your own host and ignore the debris. Yes, it will tempting but these social shackles are no longer there, you are free. It’s your choice, your opinion and your actions that matter. Not those who climb imaginary ladders to toss subjects over walls, toss it or fold, we know not existing objects don’t hold.
-ALVIN FAR
- I would really love if any poets would point me in the direction of “Spoken Word Poetry” in the comment section below. Feel free to comment about mine
"The Man In My Head" 
you need to change were to we’re (we are – not were) sorry! There is a couple of other mistakes in the passage as well. Once you edit it it will read better.
you are right i did not catch that .ty!
That’s OK, it just goes to show you that even with a small piece of writing you need to read it through a few times carefully – we all do it! 🙂