Why do you shut-in such a beautiful soul?

Everyone admires you, I want you to know.

Even the doubters who seemed not so loyal

Chose you every time and anointed you royal!

Each of them hold you in such high regard

While they convict this stranger like some bothersome bard.

I know the scars run deep, I’ve been there too

And they all just wonder, what should we do?

The suffering so sweet when sprinkled with spice

With your demarcation so preciously priced.

Your persistent pain so politely bestowed

Your stoic steadfastness, the reason you glow.

And I could care less about my name defamation

The spirit comes alive through religious abnegation.

So throw out your arms and turn your face to the sun

Let the wind blow your hair, girl, you’ve already won.