I owe you nothing;
not my reasons,
not my scars,
not my verses
not the labyrinth of my choices.
You ask for explanations
as if they’re currency,
as if my truths must be paid in full
before they’re believed.
But I’ve grown tired of standing trial
for the crime of being myself.
Judge me, if you must;
I have long since stopped
needing your verdicts.
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