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I will be your _ _ _

Often times,
it takes much less than structure, more logic.
Less rhymes.
A surety that this memory is proof of who is ‘sick.’
And I know who I am and all I’ve done.  And I’m proud–
Proud of being a little lamb,  The fool Son,  And being disavowed.
Being not allowed to do what I want–
Being directed at every step/turn.
Being shown these places that merely haunt.
Being made to always have to learn.
 
Frequent Lee,
I try to view the things that are so hard
as easy to be
justified.  The 'gimee a break’ card.
Then, we will know as we are known.
For, we see now very dimly.
I can’t wait to be shown.
'Can’t wait to see!
 
Freedom is natural to one who is born free.
Perhaps the water I was drowning in caused me to see
that no man has true authority over– no man.
So, I’ll touch the stove–  burn my hand.  
I’ll learn when to lick the pan.
I USED TO RUN.
Iran.
And nobody can correct the written words of GOD (himself)
they can only learn to nod off, deny, or cower in fear of the rod.
Everything boils down to this:
Get off your fucking high horse acting like you
know what is true.
Get off your pedestal
learn to let the shit of life, the very essence of hell-here
roll, roll, roll right off your back.
Like water off a duck’s
back.
 
Who are you?  I want to know that person that you keep locked up so damned well.
Atchu, bless you.  I want to burn in love with you as if we’ve been through hell.
I’ll sell all I have to give you a glimpse into who I am.
I would rub a salve on your scars but you wince.  And I feel my efforts are a sham.
I’ll spell it out for you.
I-C-A-U-B-M-E-R
 
And I will be your+
And you will be my=

(2014)

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