Agitate

You pierced me with your eyes
and slit me with your tongues
you cut my wings
and gagged me with your thorns.

What argument shall there be -
Do I overwrought you with my glee?
Do I fluster you with my loud simplicity?
Does my complexity frustrate your grasp?
Do the colors of my pale face blind you with lucidity?
Does my frail and robust body enthrall envy?

To thee I may be
An arrow with no direction
A book without words
A dragon without fire
Or a queen with no crown.

Crucify me with green eyes
and run on my toes
Still I have both hands
To help me stand up tall.