I can be a King

But stained like a destitute

I can be Holy

But choking with guilt of sin

I can be a Lover

Walking the street with heartbreak

I can be Tall

But dwarfed in self esteem

I can be Cute

Sailing the boat of clumsiness

I can be a Priest

Filled with confessions of promiscuity

I can be a Saint

Romancing the vices of the world

I can be a friend

But wallowing in disguise of a foe

I can be a gift

Disdained with the jinx of a curse

I can be a Man

Only proud of feminine traits

I can be Brave

Slayed within of betrayal of self

I can be complete

Thinking only of my flaws.

By Minstrel

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