The First Stone

“The First Stone”

I live my life the way I choose,
Like I have nothing left to lose.
Wayward eyes that always judge,
Ignorant mouths that need to hush.
Who will cast the first stone,
I’ll shatter it, through will alone.
You can’t break me, do not dare try.
You will never see my cry.
Who will cast the first stone?
All my life I’ve had to roam.
You are the ones who are cursed,
I will break your bones first.
Society, diseased,
Can’t you smell the fleas?
Putrid, wretch men,
Casting stones again.