I am, you see,
found
already
I don’t need you to find me
don’t need you to tell me how
I might more pleasing be
why I should be less scary for your palate
more tame
how I might better fit into you
how the simple, easy
grasp of my Divine
my Joy
invites your skepticism
sarcasm
behind which crouches fear
yes, I can see it there
fueling your arrogance
I know I scare you
but that doesn’t make you right
and me wrong
don’t need
you
pronouncing me frightening
in my simplicity
my certainty
inside my happy life
and what makes you think
being an ‘alien from outer space’
is an insult, anyway?
is that really the only best
you could come up with?
spitting those words at me
like a slap
but only after I’d turned you down
were you hoping I would take that bait?
no
thank you
go sell your co-dependence elsewhere
I am not lost
I am not blind
I found myself long ago
you say all these things
with your own certainty
good for you!
now go be your certain self away from me
