sadly so

sadly so

she pleaded sincerely,
as first breath, natures
music resounded
heart beat into yearning
drawing ragged pain

what is wrong with me

I refuse to be factitious
is this something trained
or ingrained…?
so many pictures, positions,
expressions, emotions

what is wrong with me

pain as beauty
marked with devotion
my knowledge lacks
understanding,
even slight etiquette
needed to speak

what is wrong with me

He said I was unappealing
overweight
no true Dominant would
sincerely want me
and he is right

I have too many wrongs
and not enough rights
I don’t belong
and every echo fades
out of mind, out of sight.