Shun of Wiccan
The people may laugh and point,
Mock and torment,
or even tell you that you’re on the highway to hell.
And so I look at them,
Pity in my eyes,
and sadness that their minds are so closed.
I walk away from the laughing crowd,
The ones who call me evil, a sinner,
I walk away after trying to get them to understand.
I trace my fingers over the pentagram,
That dangles from a chain around my neck,
and I tilt my head upwards, gazing towards the skies.
“Oh goddess Nyx,
I ask that you help them to open their minds,
To see all they’ve missed and to see the power they all have within.”
I can still hear their snickers,
Their hateful, hurtful words,
They really don’t know, they don’t understand.
But when they fall,
I’ll reach out my hand,
Because that’s what a good person does, a Wiccan, a pagan.
I sit down in my class and smile at my teacher,
She smiles and nods in acknowledgement,
She doesn’t know I’m Wiccan.
And she sees the great, honor role student,
The girl who tries hard,
Regardless of her beliefs.
The girl who is open to all,
The black the white and native,
The Christian the Buddhist and Pagan.
And she respects me,
As I hope those students will come to do,
One day when they are ready.
The gods will smile upon them then,
And they will spread their wings,
And soar.
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Submission Name: Shun of Wiccan
