You claim that in my thoughts reside the flaw,
But who bestowed upon you, judge’s crown and law?
To dictate truths, to mold me to your desired form,
And leave my own convictions weathering the storm?
You freely preach, your gospel loud, your doctrines clear,
Yet when I voice dissent, a pariah, filled with fear?
You practice faith, unburdened by the critic’s sting,
But label my divergence, a terrible, dark thing.
Don’t you perceive the twisted threads, the tangled lie?
If disagreement warrants scorn, then tell me why
You seek to sculpt my being, to reflect your light,
If my inherent difference fills you with such blight?
Confused, I stand, before this self-erected throne,
Judged for the thoughts that blossom, uniquely my own.
You crave a world unburdened by judgmental eyes,
Yet cast the first stone, shrouded in righteous guise.
If echoes ring, and what you sow returns to you,
How can you demand an open, accepting view,
While barricading your own mind, a fortress strong and tall,
Excluding those who dare to stand beyond your wall?
True inclusion welcomes all, the varied, and the bold,
Not just reflections mirrored, stories to be told.
So tell me, why concern yourself with what I hold so dear?
Why these touchy questions, fueling doubt and fear?
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