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.