Always defying
attempts to
subjugate,
denying
absorption into
something other
than
the self.
second to Brothers
Fathers, Husbands,
and Sons.
Expected to be
supportive of
society’s
dominating Ones.
You cry out,
in fact,
you’re silent,
but your
Spirit screams.
Wanting itself
known,
wanting to be
seen.
Only to
find yourself
the epitome
of irony
when someone
sees you
for who
you truly are,
you shrink away,
disappear.
You need your
distance.
I ask,
how far?
Claiming you
no longer
need the
intimacy
you sought.
Deciding that
the best things
in life
perhaps
can be bought.
Recognizing
that your
gentleness
is in fact
too tough.
Discovering
self love
is really
more than
enough.
And in that
moment
you lose
the inner
sight,
once so
keen,
become blind to,
the one who
saw,
and also
needed,
needed
to be
seen.

M. Zane McClellan

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