All the deceptions
corrections
inflections
creep
and
burrow
deeply thorough
as they cr a w l
across
beneath
around me
astounding
confounding
coursing by
forcing themselves in
like spies,
forming partial truths
and acidic lies.
I’m done
beyond
done,
hate
beyond
hate,
forced
into stuck
into pushed
into trapped –
resigned
to my fate.
And I’m all screamed out now.
Don’t mistake
my silence
for
absence,
non-violence
for
complacence.
I never asked for this.
I feel motionless
choice-less
voiceless
but I will not
acquiesce.
I am worth more than this.