A Half Demon I may be

And so you do judge me

Based upon what you see

But not ever for my nobility.

How very ignorant of you,

Despite being educated well.

And yet through and through

You make me seethe and roil.

Over the many hundred ages,

I have dealt with your rages,

And many incoherent phases.

Drama ripped from rusty cages!

It is unfurled upon my person

For no apparent reason,

Other than to make treason.

For you, I am open season.

Yes, you are so self satisfied.

With quick tongue I am berated

And fucked over and traded,

Like some narrow-minded bet

As 1 lie after another & another

Is told about my own character!

Over time I turned angry & bitter.

And should it be any wonder

I walked the Earth friendless?

With narrow thinking as this

I was forced to shun all bliss,

Trusting none with my secrets.

At a young age I was an orphan

My mom and dad were gone!

Yet left with an evil bro for kin

Who jealously hunted me down.

And still does to this very day.

Keh! I've sure made him pay.

He does not come my way

Much now 4 he knows I may

Just show him who is boss!

And I don't care who I toss

About to show their sorry ass

That I definitely mean business!

I did not come to be privileged.

For everything I have, I struggled-

My friends, the life I have led,

The values and beliefs I've held.

More times than you, my friend

I have suffered, died and bled.

My crimson half human blood

Staining the fertile Earth ground.

Yet through it all I am still alive.

I, myself, ensure that I survive.

Listening and hearing your jive

Makes my every being thrive!

My body and soul are awake

Due to rude remarks you make.

My mettle you can not break.

I will best you, you total fake

If not now, perhaps a later date.

You think you don't discriminate…

As you strut justified in your gait

Sizing up things so approximate.

I will tell you the world will

Not conform to your tribunal

Nor swallow your bitter pill

You self-righteous pig-swill.

From your control I'll wrest

The grip of power and lust

Preventing me in gaining trust

Of the many I have crossed.

One thing to you not known

Is that this ruffian was born

A prince, who in all opinion,

Will rule his own kingdom.

A Half Demon I may be

And so, you still judge me.

I don't care what you see

Because I have my nobility