“Oh! I don’t think I would care to catch a sensible man. I shouldn’t know what to talk to him about.”
Oscar Wilde – The Importance of Being Earnest
I don’t need
Your apologetic smiles
Nodding of your heads
And tolerant silence
Much prefer
That hidden disdain
In your eyes
That moral superiority
You show me off
With every figure
Of your body
Language
Knowing that
I mastered
Your language
Enough
To win any possible argument
No, I won’t
Fight anymore
I don’t care
Anymore
Would prefer
Hatred
It’s easier
To reciprocate
It’s got power
To motivate
Anger in me
That blessed
Shot of norephedrine
Which stimulates
Focus
But you only smile
Silently
Sensibly
Sensitively
(No, no you’re too good for pride and prejudice)
Suspiciously
Feeling superior
With your
Social status
Yes, I am
“A fucking vagabond
From Eastern Europe”
(from the very heart of it, geographically and historically)
Yes, I am
Old
Old enough
To have learnt
The brutal
Rules of life
And social class regulations
The fact that
I reject
Their logics
(and speak with an accent)
Makes you think
I’m stupid
May be
I am
I have spent
All my life
In vain
Stretching out
My hand
Reaching for another soul
Pulling out
Other humans
From their
Shit
Deep and smelly
Sometimes
Even when
I, myself
Was free-falling
Into fennels
Of darkness
I never refused
My help
My friendship
Even my love
To a willing soul
But I am tired
With all those
Gregarious sacrifices
I am done
With seeking
Your approval
Been for a while
I'm just going on
Inertia
You can
Shove
Your smiles up…
Then
I reject you
As much as
You rejected me
And I will keep on
Smiling.