My Favourite Person - Is That I ?

Three decades I spent to gratify -

Elders, Society, Whom Not? but Why?

Then a thing truly surreal,

Gave me a jolt which made me heal.

No! Nay! You ain't meant to live this way!

You are a soul, not a mere piece of clay.

A jeer made on my years of the snare,

Gave me the mettle to get that dare.

No definitions of a "Normal" Lady,

Paralleled an inch to my Life's Parody!

No more, Shall I be what "They", of me desire!

For, I am a Queen, with my own kindling fire!

I ain't a bit childlike when my love goes natural,

I ain't a bit brutal when I think like a mortal.

I, no more, am or will be -

A pitiable slave to my History.

I, no more, live or plan to relive -

The never-ending twirls of my misery.

In life, I have been bestowed with and kept buoy

Through boundless affection and joys,

Not by the hands of any passing mates,

But by my divine Family, gifted by Fate!

What else do I seek more?

When my heaven of self-love stands galore!