How could you
Have had
The audacity
To expect 
Me to stay silent 
In the eye of 
The night?
I had never been taught
Of such hostile and
Restrictive 
Things,
For i grew up
Treading through
Eggshells
During an age
Where my body
Had chains
For hands
And my legs
Had splinters
From rubbing off
On the cross 
I've been carrying 
For years now
Onto my back

But now, 
As i feel a shift,
I howl
At the moon
With all my 
Clothes
Off