Whoever Attempts to Diminish This Image

I continue to polish my gift,
God has given.
Be it copper, brass or gold...
It reflects a heart that is genuine.
Encased within me.
With an obedient soul my Master holds.
And whoever attempts to diminish this image...
May begin but will not complete that task.
It was not given to disregard or discard to disrespect.
This is not accepted.
Anything less is subject to my protest.
A rejection at best comes!
Think what you will...
But my pride you can not kill,
Or fulfill your will to impose your insecurities.
Not on me.
I am not here to provide you with that kind of attention!
Nor are my desires a repetition of yours.
Nothing on my path reflects you!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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