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