My Sin Is Fidelity
I'm going to wreck all your Utopian dreams.
I continue to survive
when you tell me to die.
I deserve no less but
every day I wake again,
turning heads and breaking bread.
My sin is persistence
in the face of others dislike.
I got that bit right – my pride
is a raid upon your ideals.
I'm not going to apologize
for being born, it's about time you realize
I don't desire approval;
I desire dissonance among the diverged
to be rearranged for the denied
to become the unified!
We shall become the new inhumanity,
since humanity has always danced with cruelty.
My sin is fidelity
and my fate is imperceptibility.
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