Here, I stand.

I'm not your cookie cutter-violated dough, sweet as sugar; your desire.

I'm not simple. I'm not your design.

You're going to have to get over it.

Sooner or later, you'll see; your words of "faith" and "morality" mean nothing to me.

In my eyes, I know what faith and moral mean to me.

And, I'm sorry, but "persecution" and "hate" aren't a part of my vocabulary.

If I must be defined as a rainbow, then let me spread some color to the world.

Let me share my love, my way.

Let me be sweet in my own way; recipe not included.

Here, I stand.

I. Me. Not you. Or someone else.

Don't judge me based on your grocery list of what a person should be.

In fact, don't judge me at all.

Because I am not simple and I am not your design.

I am not molded or moved by your supposed definitions of faith and morality.

I have faith in me.