I have been returned
to all those things I left hidden
As I was made to believe that I was strange as a child,
told these things I speak of should never be spoken
So I kept it to myself
I bought into their belief
So much so it became mine too…
Those, that sit in their ivory towers
shout commands from a vantage point above,
to those just below in glass houses.
Who in turn light pyres to warm their finger-pointing hands
before casting stones at the questioning small crowds,
that watch with mouths agape
from the ground.
The wide eyed…