I see you.
When they watch me with those eyes,
leering and sneering; to reduce, to shame,
it’s my angry lament, my horror, my truth,
that you wear on your face.
When they utter with those mouths,
raunches and abuse,
for my buried anger you stood a blue tomb.
When they cuff me with golden virtues and mores,
in my protest you danced naked and raw.
I see you ma, my wild release;
I see you, I see me.