TALK WITH ME
What often I see you do
Is talk about me
Decide for me
direct me
Decree for me
Who I am
Who I should be
What I ought to have been
Without my input.

With your Brush and paint
You draw my images upon your canvas
without me pose
And when you do, you leave me
defiled
Derided
demented
Demeaned
defaced
and damned.

Distorted,
I become unknown to myself,
yet you tell me I am your child.

If truly my parents you were,
Wouldn’t you have known my person?
And if not,
Talk with me
and
listen to me
and
not just talk about me?

7/29/2008