Privation

There is the anger, more
Derived to less, the overlooked
And possible validity of questions
Questioned. “For we who know”:
The power of possession,
What is held like family and food
No trespassing a home or sex,
“The beautiful things belong”
We, our own, since you are not,
Uprooted from the we, what
Was offered as an olive branch
Unearthed – no ground. Anger
Because the pain when certain
Words regard like scalpels soil
Savaged is removed ravaged and
Pushed. But I am not science I am not
A thing for you to know and push back
Feet firmly planted closing the door?
For past was undeniable love.