you are not better than anyone despite what your mother tells you.

and let them spite

hate me – all damned day & night

 

if that is what comforts their own self-loathing

maddening as it can be;

 

they can take their misplaced judgments

keep them sound, in lying, mirrored-lidded jars

 

I will fly free

comparable to a sunrise after the pillage

 

I will fly free

maybe only me, can love me

 

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