Handmaid Poem by Lubem Aernan

Behold, I am handmaid of the most high
I was carved and handmade from the forests of life
And moulded from clay this way.
I'm aware the owner of the world formed you,
In the most perfect situations,
But remember, no mortal is perfect.
So why do you upset my sitting?
He made you cisgender,
Why do you complain of the transgender?
Let the Eagle perch,
Let the kite perch,
The one who says no to the other,
May his wing break.

See, I'm the handmaid of the most high,
The one who is seated in places up high,
Hurry, the dark draws nigh
Let's gather hay while the sun shines
You do not like the way I look,
But this is the way I was cooked,
The universal chef.
He created the oceans, skies and trees
I am the bold, black and free.
You have to take me as I am,
Why won't you take me as I am?

Are you certain my creator will smile,
At how inhumanly you treat me
And forcefully take away this smile?
I warn you, do not cast me away.
My owner has not yet given up on me
Why persecute and put the blame upon me?

Take your oxygen
And let me have mine.

Behold, I'm the handmaid of the most high.
Do whatsoever you wish.