No saint or sinner...

I’ll turn into a saint the day God becomes an atheist. Sainthood that  demands self-denial is just another costume. I don’t chase halos carved by social conformance, I wear scars etched by society's behaviors.

My sanctity isn’t silence; it’s the courage to stay real in a world addicted to masks. I won’t ever kneel for validation nor bow to borrowed beliefs. Keep the robes...I’ll wear my rebellion with grace. Call me flawed. Call me fierce. Just don’t ever mistake authenticity for sin, and my tolerance for my acceptance.

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