Unapologetic, Unwavering, Uncouth

The contrast between how you see yourself and how the rest of society sees you

I stand and glance at the glass wall

between you and me

I see a reflection, a being in all manners excelling

he knows no fear or craving

for love and affection

all he wants he has, embodying Platonic satisfaction

no apology taints his lips

his being is with no subtraction

not a fraction

a defensive action

to the allergic reaction

society has to his indefatigable perfection. 

The wall is no wall: I see a glimmer

what? ...

A two-way mirror

You see the man you want to see

an obedient, decent

fella with a full lease on

life;

or,

the life you envision

for him.

grip his spirit with both hands...

With a grim precision

you lift the rough and tender blade of circumcision

and in it, make an undetectable incision

placing within it your cold rescission

of accepting any decision

he has made in full

unadulterated

unhindered

autocracy.

the man visible to you cries tears invisible

for his spirit,

contained within the mold you have crafted,

remains indivisible.

Unapologetic, unwavering and uncouth

he rips apart to cries of "Mistake!"

the mold, that ark

that bore him on a sea of heartache 

 

Reviews

[Zugzwang]

you've written an original and interesting poem here. I liked the images you used and the word choices.