Leave me be.
Do not polish my skin.
I refuse my soul to be washed.
Let me be.
Leave me be.
Remove these old shackles,
Lose the key you thought controlled me.
Accept me.
My impurities
Are not yours to seize.
My humanity
Is not yours to define.
Did you really believe
I would willingly heed
To your selfish decrees?
No. So go, leave me be.
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 4:14 PM UTC
Leave me be.
Do not polish my skin.
I refuse my soul to be washed.
Let me be.
Leave me be.
Remove these old shackles,
Lose the key you thought controlled me.
Accept me.
My impurities
Are not yours to seize.
My humanity
Is not yours to define.
Did you really believe
I would willingly heed
To your selfish decrees?
No. So go, leave me be.
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