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.