Another poem - Give Me This

Give me this.
I do not want another thing.
I do not want a substitution.
I do not want a similar thing.
I want this.
Give me this.

I do not want a forest park.
I do not want an open reserve.
I do not want some helpless piece,
some guarded soil,
some sacred plants.
I do not want chauvinism veiled with the promise of non-aggression.
I want this.
Give me this.

I do not want a quiet room.
I do not want a quiet time.
I do not want a moment.
I do not want a mobile sanctuary.
I do not want a shielded shell.
I want this.
Give me this.

I do not want to be alone.
I do not want to be your friend.
I do not want to see your face.
I do not want to hear your words.
I don't want you to hear my voice.
I don't want you to see my face.
I want this.
Give me this.

I do not want to speak.
I do not want to hear.
I don't want you to let me be.
I don't want to let you be.
I want this.
Give me this.