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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