Poem: If I Danced

[oneiroelpida]

I haven't posted in a while.. haven't written a poem in a while. But this one was prompted by my increasing frustration so it was written last night.


October 22,2009

If I danced to the beat of your drums,
you would point out any misstep
And you would laugh at my every move
Because I was unfamiliar with them.

If I sang a song praising all of you
You would accuse me of slander
saying that by leaving out a praise
I somehow ruined your good names.

So I am done trying to appease you-
You cannot find pleasure in anything
except your own bitter derision
towards anything not already your toy.

You do not care the hurts you cause
because you persecute yourselves
and say it is the doings of everyone else
You are nothing but delusional martyrs.

This is not a preconceived perception
That I held up so I wouldn't see you.
This is nothing but slow observation
Of your actions and of your words.

Tell me- what do you know of me?
What have you bothered to learn
that was not spilled by other lips?
What conversation have you tried?

You know nothing of who I am.
All you have said is accusation,
insult, and deliberate prejudice.
You do not want to truly bother.

If you did, you might learn,
that I am not what you believe
And then who would you blame
for the fact that you are disliked?