Ignorance in Itself

You look at me with such disdain,
In your belligerence you make me weak,
The control you wield fosters
My inept person.

What is leadership with a heart,
You scoff.
With power you do not submit.

So must I have no power?
As she screams,
I laugh.
When I close my eyes,
She cannot penetrate.

If her victims will cluster with
Me,
Not staunch enough to contradict,
Which is worse:
Keep it together with spirit,
Or rise up to defend?

If she lives in a sod house,
Deep within her hill of manipulation,
Will I be the beam of light,
That shines through a crack,
Or will I be the grass and flowers,
That have found solace,
Even on the roof of
Seclusion?

What fault is there with blooming?
The quiet is serene,
In its essence it is a balm,
Tepid and placid, soothing the
Eyesore of the realm of terror.
Is passive resistance to accommodate
In itself ignorance?
There is room in the world for stupidity,
It's simply up to us no to test
The limits.
As she screams,
I laugh.
She cannot penetrate.