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You may think 

that it is acceptable 

that it is reasonable 

that it is justifiable 

to do what you did to me.

But let me tell you

what I think.

I have revised, refined, and reshaped myself

so that I may belong in your singularly set standards and god-fearing beliefs,

but I could never satisfy or gratify

your ravenous hunger or your burning thirst.

Whenever I tried to assist you or befriend you, 

you leave me feeling helpless and alone.

I have strengthened, supported, and secured myself

so that I may protect my fragile and frail heart,

but you continue to torment me and torture me with your infectious and contagious thoughts.

Whenever I tried to protect or comfort you,

you leave me feeling powerless and afraid.

I have educated, edified, and enlightened myself

so that I may break any boundaries based on race, gender, or religion,

but you never seem to cease or conclude in your traditional and provincial views.

Whenever I tried to teach or guide you,

you leave me feeling hopeless and astray.

No matter of my 

pleas for acceptance,

cries for justice,

or mourns for morality,

you still do not listen.