My mamma is a lecturer
Yet you say I have no teacher
Because you think I’m still in Junior High
Your belief is risible but I’m honoured
I don’t have the luxury for fatuous arguments
Dad says I’m the paragon of his beauty
Though you have visited the pentagon
You still don’t know how to draw a polygon
When I speak of my identity, you call it temerity
I know you’re trying to cage the lion
Maybe you didn’t check the tribe
My soul transcends my being
I felt an internal struggle for space
The right to possess my mind
Like I was a newly discovered element to patent
.
Tears, fears, and anguish
The battle continues,
Worse, within
The things are impossible to share
No human mind can understand
.
Now I wonder if best to be a vacuum
But am loaded with too much information
To be alone
So if you read this with no understanding
Feel no guilt
For poetry is not for all.
MRCHRISLOVE™ 