No One Listens (1989)

No one listens, only hears
     the lyrical whispers of my years.
No one knows, tastes the tears,
     discovery of love and fears.
Away from my family
     I am simply plainly truly me.
My laughter, hunger derision, voice
     leaping, hawking, none are false.
With those who let me be
     I am unchained, unbridled free
Yet those who claim loves me most
     Their sacrifice and affection boast –
I am endangered most of life
     Deceived by their dire action.
Oh within me is such strife!
     They being sorest of affliction
For me; I have been given best
     Wealth was never contest
All was ever wanted, met
     Their ways and thinking were set!
I felt all hate and anguish
     No prompt or reason to cease;
Until exhausted, then found extinguished
     The rabid rage released.



1989