November 08, 2007

Defiant Me

They called the heavens
It poured instead
It was to help me, they said
My heart turned as black as the ravens

They held endless meetings
To seek divine intervention
They said I needed redemption
They didn't ask of my feelings

They coaxed and cajoled
Wailed ululated and burnt incense
Claiming it was to return my innocence
They believed I'd been misled

They tortured my mind
Said I wasn't the child I was supposed to be
I think they were right, maybe
Maybe I had left the child behind

They have given up on me
and those were the sweetest words if ever
and now I plan to spend forever
showing them I'll always be the defiant me.


From my poems pages

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