He painted my picture
Slashes of evil, strokes of bitterness, splatters of regret
Ribbons of disgust and disdain
He then spoon fed me my beauty, my kindness, my gentle soul
The juxtaposition is confounding
I stood in front of the mirror
I spoke, on my shoulder he bespoke
I saw the joke, gee what a bloke
We then went for broke
I’m back in my nest, in need of a rest
Never at your behest, save it for the test
Searching for words to feed the birds
I found my autonomy, not easy in this economy
As my head explodes I think of my threnode
I think of the bliss, not your diss
My mind unfettered, freeing and bettered
Ruby Cantu 3.5.19
Ruby Cantu 