Declaration of Independence
Take your filthy strands
of reasoning, shedding
off-white from my hair.
I claim this fistful of universe
as my own. Let my mind expand
and dance, unfettered in the fall
Let the rain cleanse my faith again
as I sing to a god
I know but have never understood.
Let me brush quick-healing
scars through the sky with my wrinkly fingers
and leave barely-there imprints from where
the balls of my feet embraced earth.
This is me.
I will not be patronized.
I will not be underestimated.
I will not be clapped shut.
And I will not make my life a mockery.
I will stand on my own
until I find the place that makes sense