All my life I've had to tread lite;
Walking on needles, tipping and toeing,
Trying to remain unbroken,
Unscathed;
No blemish,
Because a single scratch
can immediately start a chain react
from a simple fracture,
a small crack can brake
this Glass Gorilla's silver back;
Intelligence I possess it
but my presence is often rejected
because of my visual description;
clearer than water,
hard as diamonds,
yet still as fragile as spiderwebs;
I've always had to use adaptive reasoning
To avoid conflicts
Because just balling up my fist
Because I'm pissed
Could end up catastrophically tragic,
So to enhance this Gorilla's lifespan,
I study what I am;
Created from heated sand,
Molded to stand grand
As an amorphous solid Black Glass Gorilla;
forever refracting God's light…