My Self

There is no rest for people like me.

There are witch hunts happening all the time for us.

If others aren’t chasing us;

We are chasing our own tails at midnight.

People like you haven’t known

People like me -

What I’m like -

Or how nice I really can be.

You have been unnerved by me,

Made uncomfortable by me,

Understandably, you had to protect your kids from me.

But what you forgot is that I am your sister, your husband, your mother, your lover.

I am you in mixed acrylic on a Pollack canvas.