I feel it but their only loss, for society to cast me out.
For failure to follow guidelines set, by one who is without.
For it is but a shameful sight, to live, yet not be free.
Bound by a common prudence, is naught but tragedy.
What mine eyes take pleasure in, I will see, and see again.
And blinded be sad, the rest of men, to deny and call it sin.
And touch I will, repeatedly, the softest of all places,
While all the other's scrutinize, with disapproving faces.
And I will trespass, forbidden land; with fruits for my partaking.
And find the taste irresistible, despite society's forsaking.
And eat I will, until fill is full, then wipe my mouth in glee.
While stands 'round a miserable crowd, desiring to be me.
And if I love another, and yet another, and another more.
Won't I just be pleased and sated, more than I was before?
I find it but a blessing, that my heart can expand... to place,
Inspiration and diversity, into such tiny bits of space.
And I will not beg pardon, from thy judgemental hand.
But rather, offer pity to those, who will never understand.