Around every corner I turn,
they stare at me and gasp.
They had seen me when I fought,
and now they know the truth,
and they run away.
I am a scary danger to them,
something that cannot be controlled,
a freak and a disaster,
they judge me,
and they run away.
'It is a menace' is what they say,
I dont even deserve a 'she'.
They see me crashing about in the full blaze of battle,
risking my hide for them,
and they run away.
It isnt natural.
It is against the order of things.
It isnt one of us.
It poses a threat to humanity.
And they run away.
Why, when I look in the mirror, do I see myself so calm.
I look like them and I had blended,
once before with them,
until the figured out that I was,
and they run away.
I am who I am,
nobody can change that,
I will fight for the innocent,
I will still fight in God's name,
and they run away.
Whatever they believe,
they still run away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem