Set me on fire.
Send my body to the furnace.
Send my ashes up in flames.
Break my spine.
Destroy the molding and
all of my creases and foldings
so many eyes have created
from their sifting,
their drifting and fixing on my every word.
I am but one of many,
one of a kind,
with the mind of so many greats and
this is my fate…
To be scorned and seared,
just as so many have feared.
As I Lay Dying, since it is your Time to Kill
and I am neither Prince nor Pauper,
you have decided to muffle the mockingbird,
though I will always sing and ring true
the sound of freedom from
the brownest skin to The Bluest Eye and
frequently be misunderstood by
The Catcher and the Rye.
Set me on fire.
Give my body to the flame,
but I can make one promise…
your world will never be the same.
LifeNPoetry 