To Those Who Name Me Enemy (Poetry)

Now blooming in your barren land.

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You cast your stones, then call it grace,
As if your wounds are righteous fire.
You bless the hands that would erase —
Then call your hatred something higher.

You built a world on fear and form,
Insisting rules must never bend.
But I have lived beyond your norm,
And I was never yours to mend.

You preach that peace is found in pain,
That silence proves a holy cause.
Yet every chain you forge in vain
Will crack beneath a deeper law.

You think me lost, a soul confused,
A threat to all you understand.
But I’m the truth you once refused,
Now blooming in your barren land.

You watch me rise and call it sin,
This life that dares to not repent.
But love is not a cage within,
And I will not be your lament.

You claim I break what God designed,
That I undo what should be still.
But you’re the one who walks half-blind,
Disguising fear…