Three decades two, you’ve gone unfound
No one tallied your discolored verbs and nouns
Now they’ve marked you with their reddest pens
Shame princess, shamed. Now they say, “U R strange.”

I, like you, have scorned those bled green eyes
I’ve worn their clothes and fed their coldest smiles
Once even, I wanted to be like them, proper and blind
Now I call them statues with unscrupulous puritan minds.

We should have known; they’d never give unconditional love
We didn’t anticipate; they’d steal all our virgin dreams
Our dreams were bashed by sanctimonious a*ssholes
Now all that remains, is here and always forever shamed.

We both revealed ourselves to thieves of thoughts
We didn’t place armed guards at entrances to our hearts
We didn’t anticipate cleverly tilted words in their prose
We didn’t realize, it always hurts when U R branded.

All you wanted was one sweet, charming prince …
A knight, a white house, a family, frankly, a man like me …
Love in strong arms, your purest desire, met a merciless jury
Now your sexy life, is misunderstood, and totally shamed.


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