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Nor place me on the standards of my brother
Let me be the me I know
That all my hidden faults may show
Question not the tenacity of my wrath
Only I know the prickles in my path
Scorch me not with the fury of your eyes
When I prefer solitude and the company of the skies
Leave me be
That I may be me
I am not my father
Neither am I fashioned by my mother!
Leave me to be myself – Phoenix
Lovely poem