I stand here before you and you laugh at me, you mock me, you spurn me, you scorn me, you ridicule me, and you pity me.
But I come here for the same reasons as you.

You feel I am weak.
But I stand as strongly as anyone else. I survive as well as anyone else.
You mock me, not for weakness, but because I don’t have your strength.
You hate me, because I refuse to bow to you, to admit that you are beyond me.

You are proud. You feel you know love because you slaughtered an army to rescue the one you wished to love you.
I am proud. I feel I know love because I have those who loved me, and whom I love, without condition or expectation.

You are proud. You feel you know strength because you lifted up a mountain to block the sky.
I am proud. I feel I know strength because I climbed that mountain and saw the sky still above it.

You are proud. You feel you are brave because you burned the land into a desert to destroy that which you feared.
I am proud. I feel I am brave because I walked across that desert to confront that which I feared.

You are proud. You feel you are righteous because you have slain all those whom you felt were evil.
I am proud. I feel I am righteous because I forgave those I thought were evil, and those who thought I was evil.

You are proud. You feel you are divine because you forced all to bow to your will.
I am proud. I feel I am divine because I bow to no one, and no one bows to me.

You are proud. You feel you have power because you can call upon that which is inevitable.
I am proud. I feel I have power because I defy that which is inevitable.

You feel you are beyond me because you are capable of that which I will never be able to have.
I feel that I may learn, and grow beyond myself, without sacrificing myself, as you have.

You think it is impossible for me to endure, because you hide behind that which you claim is inevitable.
You think it impossible for me to understand, because I refuse to accept your “Truth”.
You think it is impossible for me to be anything but ugly, because I refuse to envy your beauty.
You think it is impossible for me to be anything but Damned, because I refuse to pray to you for salvation.

Yet here I stand before you,
as proudly as you,
as strongly as you,
as bravely as you,
as righteously as you,
as divinely as you,

You think it impossible for one such as me to stand with you.

Do not speak to me of impossible;
I am Human.