Is this beauty skin-deep?
Does it reach my soul, Or lose itself along the way? What can be said for the river that runs uphill, Or the volcano beneath the sea? That which defies the logic that is said to be so? The logic that says that a thing must be one way, that it cannot waver from the path…
And yet, which path is this, The path of God - or the path of small humans?
Do you truly guide me to follow a God that created man,
Or a god that Man created...?
So I ask you - if He is what He is, can I not be what I am?
Does the skin reflect the soul,
Any more than the road reflects the wanderer?
Must I choose to be what I am not, because it is said, “Your appearance is of this, so you are this way;
Deviate not”?
No simple mind shall ever define me.
My reflection is like an ocean
Or the forest upon the hill. For I embody the different; I am the diverse.
Why choose to believe a thing, Because many have told you, “You are this way”? When it is said that you will fail, Why does it then become truth? Their words become vipers, Eating away your mind until you have no choice but to believe. Whispers in the shadows, like sly beasts of hell, Their sole mission, to cripple.
But alas, I have seen! Behold, for my eyes have been awakened - No longer shall my ears hear these blasphemies!
No simple mind shall ever define me, for
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