Let Them Judge

They say I'm feeble, like a sand

A worthless wood, where the plans cannot stand

Bid I endure, to swallow mine tears deep

In this mould I stick, where ancient fears do creep

The whispers of the world, like poison spread apace

"Thou art wanting," loud I hear in this place

I do blame myself, doubt doth haunt my glass

Why can I not be what they loudly harass?

They say I am weak, yet my brother doth see

A different strength, well hidden in me

Oh, they preach of might, a stern and stony gaze

But he beholds art, in talent, grace's rare ways

He says I'm unique, hidden fire bright

A burning ember, that doth set me upright

Than their rigid standards, a narrowness of view

He sees what may be, the honest and the true

They build their walls of muscle, brick by brick

I fashion worlds with a gentle flick

They prize the power, to bind and to break

But I find beauty, leaving pain in its wake

They call me fragile, a flower in the storm

Yet I bloom fairer, vibrant and warm

Their insults sting, like a droning of bees

But my brother's words, they give me stand at ease

Perchance their muscles are bigger, 'tis so

But can they paint the sunrise, with radiant glow?

Can they weave a tale, ease a heart's despair?

Can they make beauty, and the world tear

To rebuild it better, anew as before?

'Tis that strength they lack, I hold and explore

So let them judge, let them cast their stones

I'll build my world, I'll set my own standards

I'm being myself