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.