Push me to pardon my mutation,
Yet it was never my bidding,
So I ask..., why must I?
Up hold my index to be excused,
Yet only awarded with critic.
Despise the flame...,
Yet ignore the hands that strak the match.
How odd that you tag me the embodiment of evil,
A misfit...,
Weird, You call me.
A monstrosity...,
But never squinched your eyes to see your nails in the loose stitches that dress me,
Well..., you see I wasn't birthed this way,
With this Venom I spit,
This diamond thick skin,
Or even these razor sharp talons.
I adapted to survive in this thick bush whose nutrition was my calmness.
So..., why should I pardon myself,
Over reciprocation of reflected curreny
🤐🎧🤐
.....@Luci***....