Condescending Talk of Who I Oughta Be

-Condescending Talk of Who I Oughta Be-
by
Keaton Foster



Tell me this
Confess me that
Stand in judgment
Point
Over my home
Over my bones
Explain to me
What it is that I must do
Take away any and all choice
Burn down my decisions
Build up your own
Force them upon me
Then stand back
And watch me self-destruct
Condescending talk of who I oughta be
Is a good place to start
My tragic death will be
The only place to end
My life, always in between
A living line of driven time
Ripples of cause and effect
Implanted into my psyche
A once slave made whore
I cannot resist the sun
The one that burns in your sky
I cannot avoid the darkness
That resides within mine
In between I always fight
Against all that you wish
I am certain that I could just give in
And become what it is you desire
Easier still, I could just become
Something quite different
A new found paradine
Beyond your mindset
Defying the only God that I know
Not the one of faith
A God of something else
Something that you and I
Dare not speak of
Condescending talk of who I oughta be
Further drives me
Something, anything that opposes
The words that you dare say
Is an idea that I won’t betray
Hold your tongue as I
Slip in the correct words
Power and form
Beautiful excerpts from a mind
Set to a blank page
Burnt into the brains of those
Who have an ability to read
Between very thin lines written
And a very finite truth given
I will continue to be me for a time
Refusal of you is my only way
Condescending talk of who I oughta be
Will simply be ignored…




Condescending Talk of Who I Oughta Be
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013