Society speaks with one voice,
Yet my heart whispers another.
Why deny me freedom?
Why can’t I simply be?
In the quiet of my mind,
A knee jerks in defiance.
A tiny, spirited fist,
Raised against oppression.
A raging spirit struggles,
Yearning to be true.
Even as a cloud,
An amorphous piece of art.
Forged by eons of struggle,
Genetics evolved.
Hopelessness ebbs and flows,
Expectations crush down.
Blood drips from the bats,
Eyes cold and judgmental
.
How can I resist?
Every corner filled with teeth.
My identity minimized,
A reality dictated by the masses.
I wear the costumes,
Itch, scratch, and hide.
Twisting, contorting,
To a shape that pleases you.
I make you feel secure,
In your elaborate fiction.
With lies.
Touching and very relevant in many ways! I wish/pray for everyone to be accepted as they are- different not wrong.
Keep writing!
Mayme