The years fly by, Self-knowledge grows, But the scars won't heal. The anger floods our womb, Suffocated by inherited, Distorted beliefs. Each journey is the child Of your own actions At times affected By unrelated chaos. The connections carved through Centuries, millennia, Are torn again. Still don't respect Our intellectual choices! We still hear we cause Embarrassment, That our actions were their biggest Disappointments At times affected By unrelated chaos. We don't be accepted if We don't follow their conditions But a soul's fortress is untouchable once It's dominated by full awareness I feel so sorry for you, Living and thinking this way, But it may be better To be far from your poison