Guilty Until
Judge: Criticized because I refuse to walk the straight &
narrow, don't meet the criteria of your blueprint.
Jury: Umpired by a mass majority who rather expose my
skeletons for all to see, but is too afraid to rattle
their own.
Executed: Slayed my mere existence, cast away like a
useless vessel.
Verdict: Neither judge, jury, nor executioner will
obstruct, stop or hinder who I say I will be.
Copyright © Cathy Moore | Year Posted 2013
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