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Do Not, Offend Me


The rant

Do not offend me

I am them; I am they,

I am she; I am he

I am myself; I am not myself

I am known; I am mystery


I do not know who I am


Do not offend me,

I am ageing; I am youthful

I am ageless; I am growing

I’m vibrant; I am weary

I am wounded; I am healing

I am poorly; I am trying


I do not know what I am doing


Do not offend me,

I am beauty; I’m unfolding

I am confidence in the shadows


I am trickling potential, longing to water fall

Proving to myself how I proved it to the world


The why


If you offend me

I will take you and our memories

Which I’ll no longer share

I will put you in a box

Wrap it in black tape

And send it to the box

The ‘nothing’ box, of my recollections


If you offend me

You’ll be nothing! Nothing,

But that which gives offence

And nothing you’ll remain, until I may delight

In your contrite assuagement


The how


To not offend me

Know everything I know, and everything I might

Know how I’ve responded; how I might respond

Know what pierces me; what pieces me together


To not offend me

Be beautiful; be strong

Be knowledgeable; be perfect

Be compassionate; empathetic

Be healed, oh be healed 

Wholly, healed.


You must not bring wounds of your own


To not offend me, O perfect one,

Anticipate my journey,

All the sparkles; all the blisters

Especially the blisters


And don’t, poke them

And don’t, point at them

And don’t, acknowledge them


But to commend my valiance


A world without offence you see

Is mine to every degree

And it all depends on you


So, long, feel, think, respond, create, enjoy, be

But only be that, which offends me not.


The summary


Now that you know how, O generous one

Predict who I am

Anticipate my idiosyncrasies

Uphold my point of view

Celebrate my person-hood


Until you, do not offend me


The resolution


Do not offend me o friendly one

Or we are not friends

Unless I; yes I

Relinquish my entitlements

So I grow into me enough

And into your world a little


To seek above offence:


The cubic mile of our parallels

The tapering gradient to our convergence

The momentary point of our intersection


Here, for mutual connection

I’ll trade my right

To be offended




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