Hidden Short Version
HIDDEN
I hide behind a mysterious façade as
they wrongly charge me with blatant
estimations of who I am.
Feeling displaced as they examine my
northeast inflection, while their obtrusive
glaring results in false postulations.
Every encounter, I’m never able to combat their
fallacious beliefs as the scorn pours over me.
They’ve always been adjudicators during
my trials and tribulations instead of
utilizing the simplest act of kindness.
Slightest glimmers of decency quickly
turn into dismal darkness as I’m
smeared with their assumptions.
If I were not an abused child, my
mistakes would’ve been negligible
thereby ceasing the incessant torment.
Still and soundless while I disappear, into
nothingness concealing and burying
my most heartfelt thoughts.
While my dignity is attacked, there’s no
way out, so I stay masked and muted.
Any aspirations are abolished.
When it was clear I had it together
rushing to and from jobs and schools
their knives of ridicule remained sharp.
A woman said to me, “Why are you hiding
your warmth and compassion?” I answered,
“When I showed it they destroyed me.”
So, I shall stay hidden protecting myself, so I
don’t suffocate on the fumes of their lies.
I beg, oh God for mercy, as I look to him for
protection, hiding beneath the shadow of
his wings until this violent storm is over.
Copyright © Diane Perna | Year Posted 2021
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