Dynamite – Sigrid
they keep telling him,
he is ‘this’, that he was ‘that‘
forcing nocebo to Pygmalion effect intravenously.
although, in feeble whispers, he screams,
no! i am not ‘anything‘ you say or you said,
you feel or you think of me,.. of who i am and who i was.
because,
to him, you are a free ‘human‘,
a kind, cherry, one hell of a humble kind,
to him,
you are that,
beautiful imperfect one.