Hiding

On days blood is spilled,
On days the Fang clash,
Tearing flesh clean from bone,
Tearing peace from her grasp…

These are the days
When Blake feels
Less than human.

Of course, she is not;

She is a faunas.
She is different,

But she is no less
Than the least of men,
Nor is she greater
Than their greatest.

How isolated she feels!

She is judged for her ears.
She is judged for her complexion.
She is judged for her tears.

The first she hides with ribbons.
The second is met with leers.
The third of them she promises:

Never again will she reveal.

Never the tears.
Never the pain;
Not in all of her years.

If they say she is
Less than human,
Then it is human
She will appear.