Pride is a virtue in my world
But they say pride is the girl
They shout obscenities at the name
Who will not bow to their shame
Who will not lower head nor eyes
To the illusion that dies
And so in that I recalibrate
I need no one to be great
Or to apologise my bones
For the awesome of my alone
For hear the cry of the warrior
I am neither him nor her
Androgyny to sit in
An Angel at the feet of Him