I don’t want to be married to something of this earth
Seedy, creepy, respecting no one, not even himself
I want to be the Bride of something out of this world
That respects, honours, loves more than life itself
Those things I could never have
But I will settle for respect
Yet that is the most elusive thing
What am I without respect?
What am I without honour?
What am I when the very basics of life are stolen from me?
Every minute a nightmare
A non person am I
But this is secret
A secret cry from my bed of nails
Who will hear?

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