Jamez Sitings: Who Asked You?

Being this old
this broken
Is a blessing

And exhausting

Dismiss my tears
Condemn me

Misread my smile
Deny me

Project your fears
Reject  me

You’ve not the slightest clue
Can’t hear my truth
Much less know it

Blind to it
From the start

You can tell no one
Who they are
Who they should be
What they are
Or aren’t
Stop it

Just stop

I am
Always been
Will always be

Manifest by choice

My choice
Not by your permission

I exist
Not by your grace

Your opinion
Of my experience
Irritates
Is irreverent
Irrelevant
And unrequested