a Poem by Raquel Swann
Inspired by Nora
For all your shortcomings,
battles with your conscience,
you come at me.
Perceive me an easy target,
a place to dump your hateful rhetoric.
Throw boulders, I shall deflect,
for I am the confident
you are the meager, weakling
the child,
longing for love and attention,
from a stranger whom you know not.
I will not validate your voice,
you have no power over me,
you shall not break me,
I am loved,
beautiful beyond your useless eyes.
Those who truly see,
do so with their heart.
The smell of fear on your breath,
sickens me to the core.
Love IS Love,
and I have no time for hate,
Any longer.
