Forbidden flavors I was banned from tasting.
Warmth I was scolded for embracing.
A radiant fire gleaming as I fell
for an insecure god’s manipulative spell.
Blood boiling once I learned of dignity
while taught to drain it for undeserved pity.
Confidence became a mix of flavor,
sweet when pious, sour to the savior
who wanted to save me from myself,
condemning autonomy as an agent of Hell.