Driven into submission
Manhandled back into the closet
Forced to not be me, but only their vision of what they want me to be
For me to act & behave, dress & cloak me in line with how they want/ed to see me
What was gone, it seemed, is again now
Wondering if it's former absence was just a psychmed-induced illusion
The very thought is bone-chilling
To see those behaviors towards me from those in authority now, breaks my heart
They have no vision of the whole, integrated, balanced human
They only want the yin & try to erase the yang, sounds so familiar
They cannot see the depth & yang richness available
I can/could not see the value in their stringent behaviorial demands
They are too familiar… be what we want, not who you are
The de'javoo is stark, nightmares from the roots of life
Now resonating again by those not kinfolks nor friends
Be a little puss take your medicine & treatment the way we order
Redress your self in soft-girlish ways
Practice only the gifts of sisterhood be a great grinning hostess
Make everybody else happy by destroying & denying natural yang
Do not be conscious of anything other than what we say & demand
Be broken hiding in the corners of life… do not be seen nor heard
They threaten life & limb just as was done lone ago and again and again
Not wanting nor able to see & regard the whole man I am
Their choir screams to not be to die to destroy all that I am
My song, while unheard, is fuck you I am
