Pardon me, I beg to you; I forgot the silent policies ruled.
Oh, you know the ones you created secretly
And have others follow to create a tendency
Of judging who I seem to be.
I did not realize, Your Majesty,
That my semblance does not follow your decree.
It seems to have slipped my mind that uniqueness is to be undermined.
Heresy is what you’ve maligned!
Ah, but in actuality I have done nothing, my Queen.
I’ve only resigned from your form of normalcy.
I do not wish to take part in these acts
And scrutinize people based on your facts.
I’d rather retain my own identity
And disregard your notions of beauty
Because I know sincere charm resides internally.
I’m beautiful within despite what you say,
But you’re too caught up in finding a way
To ascertain that I follow your policies
Of discriminating presumptions of normalcy.
But you would not know this, Your Majesty,
Because your beauty relies on superficialities.