that i was not tied to you,

a black mask.

i see you not

and i am what you tell me to be.

it is so easy for you,

to wave and have the world bow

to your feet,

entitled.

i had to slave away,

for eons, i don’t think you know what that means.

because words

do not do justice

when flesh gets flailed.

you look at me,

wide eyed.

unafraid,

i saw it as courage

it was so easy for you

to be smooth, like aged wine

i mistook to be precious.

you never did anything did you?

rehearse those lines each night,

that the hoax would not be seen?

or is that too far fetched/i know not

when confusion is reality

you call madness.

is it – – –

to accept the incredible,

that you were never supposed to

dictate, to command, to be,

seems like one of us disagrees.

i was mad,

to believe you.