National Poetry Month - Day 16

"Gotta shine my rusty halo..." -The Script "Rusty Halo"

I wear my halo as a belt buckle
thumb it loosely as I shoulder the wall
watch the people as they part around me

I make choices to not migrate with them
to stick out as something separate from them.

I wear my horns underneath my dreads
tuck them behind my ears
know the evil that I could get into

I make choices that lead me not
unto the path of temptation, the path most traveled.