Hold me from a Distance
I revisit this realm where your actions cannot,
Stifle my nascence
I tear away my onion skin
Embattled by a loathing humanity
I throw solaced emotions
Upon rusted turnstiles
But, you wouldn’t call me baby.
Because I was told
That it is better to be hated for who I am,
Then loved for who I am not
So, hate me.
Lunge at me with your preconceived notions
Of why I mean(t) the world to you
Open your arms of Fort Knox and
Tell me why I WILL NOT ASCEND
Upon your generic wings
Made of Atheist smiles
If you don’t believe in anything,
Would you believe in me?
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