Persecution; May There Be Nothing Of Shame
She fell to this address
Searching for the answers that were hidden within herself
And tracing the trails of mysteries
As all led to the same picture on the same door
Of a house she couldn't remember to forget
Velvet laces brimmed around it
And it depicted the place of a group of men
All surrounding a perfectly white duck
And they were screaming, yelling, chanting
And it looked like it knew only resolve
Is it a strange thought, of all things to have
Searching back through your history on an open trail
And you find in your likeness not only that it is a duck
But that the duck looks like it knows resolve
And you see it there, in a painting
She stepped up to the doorstep
Finding more and more within herself the heart to open
And nothing pulled her away from that picture
And she remembered the events it told her of
And saw the symbols weaving out of it
Surrounded on all sides, fright to gift yourself
What do you pose for, in all those moments of someone else's glamour
Should the world strike and strike you hard
Taking you down to the level of the soil
You still know you're what they're standing on
No matter how painful the event transpires to be
They needed you to stay themselves in all their fire and all their arrogance
They never could have been upright without you
And you were the beast with nothing but a mark
Of eyes so fierce setting fire to them would change nothing
But who favors the boldness of a woman
When her crowd needs her to submit before them
Lest they fall through the cracks in the floor
Only a whisper left behind
About what could have been a man