I am the stuff of raw,
Unschooled and untamed.
A venturing wild child,
Making every move and mistake.
Unbehaving like a lady,
Flinging naked and unsightly,
In full view, without shame,
And lacking the ability to embarrass herself.
Unweaving the carefully woven
Crust of society to my own liking and
Instructing myself to my own bidding,
I honor no one but God and love.
Under whose rules shall I bind
My earthly nature and
Whose laws would you apply to me?
You are simply too scared to unbehave yourself.
I am a God-given being of joy
And lightness to behold and
I shall rejoice in my gladness, dancing daily
My loose wonderment under these celestial skies.