Not Through Words Bought Poem by Kevin Maroney

I admit to some extention,
For my own well-being and self prospection.
I have much to learn and much to heal,
But will not be learned nor taught to heel.

So forget your cries, your feeble reliquary
to tempt my vanity and capture my quarry,
for I am not some prize to be auctioned off,
not a man bought at a slavery block
Or rather, truth, a man through fluff,
to be bought through slaver's mouth and raider's bluff.

It's all a lie, I shall not hear it,
for damn me this if I be near it.
I realize now how through this lecture,
I begin to stink of misconjecture.
However, crude, to think such a way,
it's my life, so make my day...