A Path Chosen

A Path
That is chosen,
yet one that parts.

Cross-dressing the truth
to parade the deception
of lies.

So well dressed,
yet so naked
to the twisted perceptions
of man.

So placid
to the old,
foul mouth
of woman.

Yet invisible
to the eye,
the coldest heart,
the unkind soul.

Lost
to the accolades of man,
and the surrender
of any voice

that treats the truth
with scorn-

An undaunted privilege,

granted even 

to the most callous of beings

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