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“Why do you go this route?”

Why when I want to feel pretty like a flower, you decide to remove me from my garden?

Don’t like the spikes, spiders, gore and lace? Treat me with decency.

I do so to cause shock and awe. To leave certain individuals…appalled. To have them question their faith…to be afraid to sleep.

To have them pray.

Because we both know they won’t apologize.

How dare I be myself – wretch in their eyes.

The truth of the matter is, and no one will admit.

Those who judge the most have dug their own pit.

So black it shall stay. Gloom I shall be.

Because no one has intent in respecting me.