Defiant

Stepping into the atmosphere 
Of your near-sighted illusions 
Masked by hollow words, 
You asked me 
To exchange my rareness 
For a vague existence. 

Self-indulgent conformity 
For acceptance in a world 
Where I do not belong 
Should be my reward, 
If only I would 
Become your willing clone. 

Your pretty veils of red 
Paraded before me, 
But it made you naked 
In my eyes; 
Shamefully revealed vulnerability 
Was starkly alive. 

I know who you are, 
The spectacular voices 
You listen to, 
And I am the defiant one 
Who has broken through 
The walls confining you. 

If my vision haunts you, 
Brings you to your knees, 
And leaves you quivering 
In pathetic anxiety, 
Then I will have brought 
The truth to your door. 

Don't you see? 
Individuality will always 
Ask the wrong question, 
Reveal the rawness, 
And pick at the scab 
Of all you'd make me swallow. 

So go on. 
Scream about my defects 
While I go under 
For another breath. 
I am numb 
To your mutilation. 

When we have reached 
The other side of this hell 
We will understand 
The shadows where we hide, 
But we are here now, 
And I will not be raped by you.

Copyright © Pamela Davison | Year Posted 2005

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