You don’t own me

You don’t own me

There is no good news

My sins will not be cleansed

As they are not ungodly

I am but human

My frailty

Yours to see

Mine to carry

Learning as I go

It is a condition

Of living

In a material world

My spirit is unbroken

Whether it will ever

Be a true believer

Is a different story

Yet to be recounted

Will it remain

Unbowed

Under duress

Is it easily detached

How on earth

Will it follow

A right path

When nobody has

Trodden this way before

If I am true

To mine own self

Is there honesty

In your judgement

Of my difference

Why feel threatened

When my heart

Is filled with love

For humanity

In all its guises

Foibles and surprises

Whatever you believe

You cannot set me free

You don’t own me.