"...Why is it… you think I wrote this poem to please you? ? ? When I know, I wrote these words, to bring your curiosity to a point, to question, what did I just say and what did I mean when at the end of this poem I stated: you can’t unread a poem of substance whether you agree or disagree once you read it."
I have decided.
Decided that I do not need approval for poetry or prose or whatever I write. Even if it is a doodle I make- I don't need a nod, a smile, a smirk or anything remotely affirmative. A lot is dying in me with the fear that if it comes out it will shock you, it will make you wonder how warped I am, how evil I can secretly be, how many great things I can manipulate and how many sad souls are there who I CAN manipulate- and already am bending and breaking and twisting into strange foreign shapes.
If you hate me after you read me- you probably have always hated me inside anyway.
So- I am not keeping anything in. I will write when I want and what I want- and in any way I want- Mind you.
If you don't get me- you weren't meant to- I am not writing text books to be comprehensible to all. If you care enough to ask me I will explain with all my heart. But most are too egotistic to ask. They can criticize but they can't write.
I can write. And I will.
And I did not write this to please you either.
