One of Her Kind -Dedicated To All Those Who Suffered Because of Their Sexual Preferance

She sat on the side of her bed, A bloodied whip,the scars on her neck, Still a perfect crimson,still a beautiful red, Droplets of water moiston her lips, A serene fury ignited by a salty taste. She who curses humanity under her breath, A burning wick upon the sand, She,the one sho deserves death, For being one of a kind, And outcast to society. In the midst of her mess, She who finds pleasu re in a picture, But of a beauty nonetheless, For shes one of her kind, A liar and a threat Stoned,trampled,wounded to be bandaged again, A danger, for her canvas is burnt, A meek mouse with a lion's mane, Stands up for her rights, Stands up to be caned. She's the beautiful beast, Every girls fantasy queen, The one who loved a woman, truly atleast, She was one of her kind, A mark in history,a goddess in her shrine.