UNSUPPORTED!

 

They say I am only persistent when I take interest.
I do nothing for others,
And yet, demand for charity.
But this is a prevarication.
For they, don't understand the divine 
Nature of my temple.
So I wait and listen,
Until the quiescent sound of the zephyr. 
Burr burr.
I listen and wait.
But wait,
why can't I confront them with tears sweating beneath my eyes?
For I am assertive, 
it is a support I lack.
I attempt persistence
Until I get what I want.
And as I ask, 
I am blissed, 
Bliss bliss, 
From the underlying nature of their act.
For they only see one negative,
but ignore the positives of the equation.
So when  I ask ,
I am forced to confront the moral understatement 
that asserts their cup with the aphonic lies that shimmers through their wine.
 
  
 
This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community

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