If you knew me, felt
me just as I feel..
If you could hear my thoughts,
remember this history,
you would hate
me, condemn me, watch
as I burned
at the stake, glowing nice
and bright
at night comforted by a thick
blanket of stars:
then I’d know…
If I knew
how you would react
to my naked face
I would hide…
Just like this.
Ignore
my odd glow,
then. Mind
your own business.
I’ll make or find my own home,
unleashing my passion
in broad-spectrum
resistance
against you.
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