Confidence – [Poetry]

Forbidden flavors I was banned from tasting.

Warmth I was scolded for embracing.

A radiant fire that would transport me to Hell

Unless I darkened for an insecure god and his spells.

Blood boiling once I learned of dignity

then taught to drain it for undeserved pity.

Confidence was always a mix of flavor,

sweet when pious, sour to a savior

who wanted to save me from myself,

condemning autonomy as an agent of Hell.

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