Scratch My Retina

(In conversation with my torturer)

I am not caffeinated mornings

Or their lazy yawns

Printed across newspaper they read

Benevolent with daily doses

Of delusional truths

I am not the subject

Of their calculated headlines

The impassioned uncivilized person

In their crafty columns

And precisely captured photographs

I am not a footnote

They quote me tirelessly

In defense of their education

Their obsession

Only amuses me

Like a dog

Playing in the park

Fetching the ball religiously

Every time it’s is thrown away

Freedom is a secret

We all have to deserve it

I have a secret place

Called freedom

I live there

Don’t bother to search it

The map is etched

On the walls of my retina

You want my secret

Look straight into my eyes
Scratch my retina