ABUSED

Admonishing the misunderstandings,
a blood oath of auspicious regards,
a tactic of dealing with abuse,
a survival mechanism, 
a mechanics of the quantum,
servile and indentured servitude,
free within ourselves,
we are the semblances of memory,
we are the hidden mnemonic,
of an opressive calculus,
standing up to reject memory.
They belittle you when you regard them,
your judgement means nothing to them,
they are independent of necessary action,
they are upsetting in their autonomy,
they are the silent masses,
the scentless apprentices,
the judges of our freedom, 
restricting every step of the way.
Violence is their game,
Father why? Mother why?
have you no answers for me,
it's not enough that we do not know,
it is not enough that the strategy of discovery,
is bowing down to a world where our keep is diminishing,
I have no memory of crying as a child,
as a teenager I recall it well,
nothing amounts to a power developing,
in the happenstance of the(e) abused.