Embellished Skills Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Something has been clearly omitted.
From your receiving to get,
The real, upfront...
And in your face translation.
I am disappointed but not upset,
How you have allowed to permit...
Others to use you to entertain,
Their thoughts to delude you...
In the hopes that truth,
Is kept from you to know it true.

Often I have overheard misquotes,
To re-interpret what I've said.
With an overlooking the facts I have stated,
To choose to mislead and deceive instead.

Often I have sat with my patience intact.
To listen to words contributed to me.
Or listen to others laugh,
About things I have done even I can not believe.
But let me say this since you are here and near,
Directing to me your rolling eyes and frowning lips...
Doesn't mean a thing to me,
If truth in your mind you rather leave to keep distanced.

And if ever you wish to know how I feel,
I am in need of no interpreter with embellished skills...
To offend you personally with an intention to do.
Or have you whisper to others to gossip and prove,
You know better about the life I live...
With a mocking of my voice and movements too,
Let me be the the first to share this with you...
I am neither the one you beleive to be rumored.
Nor am I that fool interpreters have translated,
You have accepted to believe.

'Then...
Who 'are' you? '

That depends.
Tell me what you think you know.
And I will agree to accept,
Whatever you keep controversial and exciting.

'But all I know about you have been lies.'

I know this.
And 'you' know this.
But those with embellished skills,
I have yet to approached to undo their delusions.

'But why share your truth with me? '

The rolling of your eyes and the frowning of your lips,
As if I did something to you personally...
Is the most honest thing anyone has shown me all day.
Okay?
Let's start with the disgusting controversial stuff, first.
What have you heard?
And try to remember the details.