It's hard to remain enthusiastic
About participating in Society
When the primary objective
Is to "keep people in their place".
They give you the freedom to do some things you enjoy
As long as they remain in control.
"I caught my daughter, Lisa, posing nude online."
"What do you think I should do about it?"
"Do you think I should confiscate her computer,"
"Or beat her, or what?"
"Well, ask those guys at the American Nazi Movement meeting, "
"Which you attend, Ralph."
"I'm sure they know a lot about Obscenity."
She stares at me,
Her eyes seem to search mine.
Her hands stretch towards the division,
Towards that finely marked glass line.
She seems to whisper something,
Sayings too faint to hear.
Yet her lips move with such passion,
As though her utterances are very dear.
I take a step back & stare,
At the being before my eyes.
Torn robes & mangled hair,
And scarred hands to my surprise.
I try to draw close,
Yet I cannot seem to reach.
It's as though a barrier lies between us,
One that I cannot breach.
I looked with more intent,
But the less I saw instead.
Yet in her eyes I could discern,
Something that filled me with dread.
Then suddenly it hit me
From out of nowhere
And like an unraveled mystery
All became clear.
For in my curiosity
And my desire for close inspection
I had failed to see
I was staring at my own reflection
I wanted to reveal
My innermost thoughts,
But I was afraid to express them
Because I feared that I would be violating
The religious norms of my culture.
To tell you the truth,
I wanted to show off my flesh.
I wanted to pose naked
And have men compliment me.
I don't know why I wanted to do it?
But I didn't dare.
I was walking with my brother,
And I was just sharing my feelings with him
About the current political situation in our country.
He told me to shut up.
I don't know what got into me?
I nearly pushed him in front of a moving train!
In addition to hiding my feelings
And concealing my flesh,
I guess I was suppressing my rage?