the most unfortunate occurrence to ever fall upon my family name.
an HEIR
… is what they desire.
in simplified terms…
a SON.
… i’m sorry to disappoint;
But i lift my head up high,
face blazing,
as i bore holes into your fathomless eyes and cry:
i refuse to apologize for my gender!
i refuse to accept the stereotypes you seize to slander me, stain me! i
Refuse to be diminished by you, because-
A gender does not equal a person.
and my person is fierce,
a fighter,
A vast and blazing fire that you feel the burning need to extinguish, that makes you tremble, weak-kneed and pale - because deep inside, you believe that if you do not fight back it will consume you, force you to your knees and slowly, agonizingly, leach the last illusion of power from your bigoted veins!
… if i wash you in flames, will you be cleansed?
Or will you burn?
But…
you must hear,
my dear,
you have no reason to cower
you have no reason to fear.
don’t shiver,
trapped in nightmares of your tumble from grace,
vanishing into the sweep of ebony black,
the twitch of the looking-glass changing our fate…
Because, in the make-believe rise and fall, the last fairy tale,
you neglected to realize that the power you held, grasped, frantically claw and spit and weep to keep…
It was never yours!