No, you would have shunned her
Had she not
Ever scornful
Of innocence
It was the contrast
You dug
Ever the enigma
Of labels
You couldn’t pin her
Down
Not really
Even as she tried
To define herself
She proved this
Even as she swore
Undying loyalty
Ever yours
You knew
She would never be
One thing
Or another
She bared
Her many faces
Truth is
You liked it
Without her devils
Without her angels
You would have spit her out
Quickly
Now don’t complain
About the horns
—inspired by words from Uncle Tree
