I AM A KITE

I am a ​kite
​untethered
in the wake of your wind
​weathered,
by the onslaught of your ​outbursts
measured,
​by the numbness of your name.

I am a clown
​laughing
at the terror of your temper
tormenting,
​through perseverance of your performance
​cowering
​beneath the shadows of your shame.

I am a God
interred
​within a circle of your confusion
unheard,
outside the maelstrom of your mind
absurd
​aside the bigotry of your blame.