,,

to educate me; I would be pleased (act ll)

please rock my head, quietly pat my face.
shake your pride; and dear,
dear; define the dark for
me.
show me you're dark soul
the one wrapped in deep sweaters.
the one to defy.
one to scorn.
create me vile works of art;
ones entitled to the name of the devil.
hear my dry mind; think of hard reasons.
hear; my dear, hear my heels
click against the wood.
take the texture of shame
straighten your back.
brush your hair.
clean your shirt.
tie your shoes.
leash your thoughts.
my dear,
leash me.
label me kindly.
scorn my child.
hold my child.
comfort my child.
i am your child.

one time, i was told artists were insane; their single purpose.
create art.
sometimes; i tell myself. writing is art. but only if you're good.
i need insanity.