My
rage is in my silence
My anger is in my calm
I am so vexed, I've
become voiceless,
Numb, calm and unable
to spit the fire in me
I'm furious at the
many folly foiled to make me feeble
I refuse
to war with my mind
Even when you
continually pillage my body
Rummage my emotions
and toil with my feelings.
I refuse to let you
take up space in the very center of me,
where I lord my spirit and command my soul
For each time you
gorge my corpse of its purity, I take back control of my maturity
For every trash spoken
to chop my cadaver of its essence, rid my flesh of its esteem, I choose to
raise my soul to the untouchable realm
You my darling can't
touch me, not with coal words, with the fury of hell burning and spitting pain
and shame
Not even with your icy
stare like a frozen curse, forgotten without spell
I live in my mind,
this body; you try to conquer, was built with love and passion, and consumed
when the gods woke gay.
This flesh you detest
with disdain, was birthed with the finest of memory, sweetest of care and
strongest affection the world will I ever bare.
My body lives in this
free mind only love has a compass to
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