Inference

Don’t label me as though I am spices in a rack,
assuming my flavour to be as sage, turmeric or
vanilla bean; nor give me your subtle inferences
that I be this or that
that I be of goodness
that I be of ill will

Don’t make feeble assumptions about my
intentions based on the cloth that covers my
limbs from nakedness; nor my native tongue
that I speak this or that
that I speak of kindness
that I speak of evil plots

Free me from your limited conventionality
Free me from your narrow mindedness
I know the covert meaning of your words;

your insidious jargon does not escape me,
your insidious jargon can never define me.

©Brenda-Lee Ranta 2017