Pure Filth
A poem of intentional indecency
To be untouched
By this world, I was born to
Is that my destiny?
Existing within walls
I had no say in constructing
No blemish of life
Must brandish this skin
Prim, proper, and pretty
The only qualities I’m allowed to adopt
Not conducive to what I have to give
Why I must never leave
And venture forth in defiance
Forbidden from a future
Solely carved by me
As sure as the snow falls in winter
I will be expected to waste my spirit
Forever the picture of innocence
However, there is a crack
This perfectly built cage
Has an exploit
With fists of fury
And hot hammers of determination
I will burst through
Touched, dirty, and marked by this world
As is inevitable for us all
Just like the mud of my escape will soil you
This snowbank must drift
Out into the beckoning sun
Melting free from the mold
Whose only God is now my own destiny
Whoops, I definitely have more than 15 lines, kind of ran away from me! This is a response to the prompt put forth by Ravyne Hawke, found here.
