Old Poetry... (6)

MY REVOLUTION written on May 19th, 2009

Damn you, Father!
Oh, yes, I will name you
Shame you
Right to your face
Don't you dare
Reach for another
When you can't even look me in the face!
You are trying to force me into one tiny box
When I span globes and worlds of humanity
And feelings
And instincts
And you don't even know me
Not even a tenth
Not even one ounce
So go and lie to yourself and your pictures
Because what I am, you never will know
And after all this talk
Of loving and leaving
You'll be the one who's left all alone...

And NO! I will not take this one quietly
No I will not sit down hide
Because, Fuck you all!
This is MY revolution
And I am not oing to lay down and die!
NO! I will not sit this one out
Not after the bottle
Not after te pain
Not after my lips had bled fom my bile
And I could not even say my own name...

I will not let you treat this one lightly.
Not after your years of turning away,
Because, in the end,
I waited for you
But you have had nothing to say...