i am not changed.
but i can see the corner
i've been told to turn.
i have yet to be changed.
it was the anger that tied me down
to the colder earth
that prompted the rage
that took me down,
past all sounds of life and light.
i am not changed
in this sickle cell
i turn from you in brusque
identity--desperation
beyond comprehense..
i am not changed
and i do not understand
this person i am become.. s
difficulty bedevils our soul
surrender sister, you lost--
surrender the sister you lost.
was i supposed to change, ever?
you advertise and you preach
and i sink into a mire
desire, intent, and free thinking
free was never a concept
to be held onto in the coldest
of nights or behind the toolshed.
i
know
nothing
i know i am not changed.
i took this path only because
you loathe its existence.. you blanch
at its mention and you despise its name.
i took this path because of you
because of your h a t e.
i took this path.
see if i am changed.
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