I Am

I am the Wall
Grey Concrete Reinforced
Cold Steel
Your tongue breaks against
My Shield
Your whip cracks,
But i remain
The Cold, Grey Wall

I am the paper
On that Wall
Pink, Gay, Merry
I light the tunnel
Joke, Sing Dance
Words slide off,
I shrug off Your attacks
With laughter

I am the wail
The one I hear
Not the babe.
In the wall behind the paper
the man.
The Man,
Who dares cry;
I am no wall, I crack
I am no paper, I tear
My mind is no crucible
Your words scald me
burn me

I am the mimosa
I am frightened
I am no child
but darkness,
its scary.

But
if You hit me, if You hurt me
I remain
The Paper,
The Wall.