She's so busy fighting off the shaming prudes, There's nothing left. They still blame her though, naturally, for having nothing. People never change as long as there is no need to. None they feel themselves. None in themselves that they allow to breathe openly. It's only when they are, 'not themselves', Or in 'private' that the truth comes out of the closet. That's when they crave her to be crucified in their stead, Wishing they had the clarity of mind to be like her, The freedom, and self-acceptance, The conviction.