The image of you <br />Still accuses me, <br />Stark in the stunned <br />Shell of my mind. <br /> <br />How could I do it? — <br />I do not know but that <br />I do not do; <br /> I am. <br /> <br />I sat and weighed <br />With my crazy balances <br />And you smiled with <br />My teacup in your hand. <br /> <br />Do not smile or <br />I may forget <br />That your true love, <br />My love, is wanting. <br /> <br />For rings and chains <br />Are both metal-made, <br />And freedom’s strong <br />As blood. <br /> <br />So smash my cup <br />In rage and go— <br />Go far where <br />I cannot hurt you. <br /> <br />Hate me, my beloved, <br />But understand. <br /> <br />You love me <br />And I am killing you, <br />For the sake of what <br />I am.<br /><br />Ashley Akari<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/independant-woman-2/
