Do not try and make me that of which I am not.
I can no more conform to your standards than can the lowly dandelion become a rose.
Not that I am comparing myself in that way.
But only that I am what I am as are all the other creatures upon this earth.
You have taken the blood and drained it dry.
And if I am to make new and continue, I must learn how to fly.
No one can, no one must, clip my wings or even try.
For I am me, and me is sacred.
Blessed by all that gives the breath of life.
To change me is to kill me.
You say you want all the things I am not.
Then, that is not me!
Put all those things in my body and mind, then you have a new person.
My heart hath died.
Do not try to change me.
For what I am is best.
And if you cannot see that, then you are blind to the rest.