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Pure?
Filter me out
Make me chaste
Take all that I am
All that I’ll ever be
Sift it through you
Weed out what doesn’t belong
Am I clean yet?
Am I pure?
Burn out the alcohol
Strain out my blood
Drain out the wicked
Leave no human remnants
No emotions or impure thoughts
Leave me in the wild
Little bird, regurgitate me
Into something safe and sanitary
Something pure
What have we here?
Your untainted android
Your perfect creation
Your standard human life form
Filtered, burned, strained, drained
Clean safe and sanitary
Something pure
Pure?
Like you?
This is painfully bitter; your feelings are very clear. Whoever is trying to change you only frustrates you.
I think your poem is powerful and honest.