Multitudes

Do not say you know me

When you never tried

Do not claim to be my friend

If you are going to pretend to know

The truth of my life

Be open

To the presence of me

As I will be to you

I am not the image you project

And I do not exist to be defined

By any mind

I will not do it to you

It is a very very unkind thing

To any human soul

Especially one limited, severed and traumatised

For as the wisdom poet said

We humans are not singular

We contain multitudes.