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Nyselves
Myselves
Allow me myselves introduce to you.
The me-me; real me as the Creator would;
Clean as crystal, pure as baby’s mind.
My true self by Law of Being.
Individualised element in creation;
The seed germ of a nobler mission.
beautiful, unspoiled, creative force
Hapless three year-old shared by many a father;
To whom a desolate child is but a bother.
Lacking love, attachment impossible;
Caregivers’ styles and moods innumerable.
Many homes and traditions I did traverse
Unfriendly rules and makers as diverse
I, a miserable child of hope
Struggling to be; grappling to cope
Acting with best of intentions
Based on own interpretations
Of muted orders clarified only
By “need i tell you silly....”
All I get were more spanks
And no heart for thanks
You pray earnestly for a better world;
But artfully prey on a feeble child
Cleric’s sweat not yielding much
On the rope the hen has perched
No rest for the hen,
No rest for the rope
Your wrath flicker at a feather’s touch
Thin-skinned
Yet to court your wrath was costly,
Your wrath being highly infectious
Not to stir others I became cautious
in the pecking order of life, I got bruises
The me-me, a clean slate in pure state;
Expression of which you found offensive,
Turned an object of intense hate.
So distraught, you became oppressive
I succumbed to your external pressures
While keeping intact my inner treasures
In innocence came I in need
Claws under a velvet glove
You took me in, no spare love
For another’s worthless seed
And so in breeding a sheep like a wolf,
Complain not of wolf in sheep’s clothing
Comments
Kafilat
Tue, 2018-01-02 07:02
Myselves (last three verses)
Not as daft as you make yourself believe;
I design own code of survival, for survive I must
A solitary but determined sprout
Rising above your withering tyranny
Above the shadow of your stifling anger
“I see you, you no see me”
The me-you, my protective façade
to please you and the me-me my true self.
Warring members thwarting adjustment
Conflict within, discord without
No fertile ground for a Cantab
So clumsy I turned a dropout
Insults, abuse, slight, I smiled through all
That kept me out of trouble, smart of me right?
Never volunteering a point-who needs it anyway?
I am a chameleon! Smiling to you, weeping within!
Conflict within me; between the me-me and the you-me;
between the me you want, and the me that i am
hence the clumsiness you so cruelly chastised me of
Kafilat
Tue, 2018-01-02 07:06
I just added the last three
I just added the last three verses omitted when i was copying the poem. Thanks