Akito's Poetry #46

And I am not anything you assumed I would be.
I am not your vixen, your princess,
your bitch or your goddess.

I am not the little girl who fawns at your feet.
I don’t skip and play with my ribbons pulled tight.
Cut the circulation. Rend the synapses.
Stand behind you with a giggle and coo
and mix into the darker shades of your shadow.

And no baby, I am not your mother.
I don’t wipe your chin or sing you to sleep.
Breeze through the day in heels and lace.
Spoon feed your ego with worship and praise
and sever my sex to be your sainted virgin.

And yes sweet thing, I am not your beauty queen.
I don’t pose. I don’t smile and flaunt my feminine wiles.
The whore in your bed with legs splayed.
A quick ten in the back seat,
bound as your slave in chains of satin and leather.

And never my love am I your victim.
I don't fall in line and I don’t know my place.
Cower before your sword.
Be the creature that bleeds,
and bows to the roles of history.

No, to you I am none of these.
All you assumed your's
belongs solely to me.

I am my vixen, my princess,
my bitch, my goddess.

Four points of a thousand on a vast terrain,
where the features of my landscape meld.
Each bit apart not a fortune,
but combined the whole of my wealth.

Not what you assumed of me.
Not what you were taught. Not what you believe.

I am ever my own.
Ever my wealth.

And I leave you here now, alone,
with the pieces of yourself.