Anger is a gift

I seldom let myself enjoy

For it use to be my prison sentence

Without my mask to hide the tears

Without my muzzle to hide my screams

I would have been sent to the stake

A look of frustration means rebellion

Rebellion means treason

Dare I question the hierarchy

Each protesting word was dowsing myself in gasoline while they held a match

If you go against the law, you will burn

But anger is a gift

I rise through the ashes

Like a phoenix with my wings ablaze

I soar over my prison cell

Over my ruler, judge, and executioner

The trial was rigged against me

Your laws never gave me a chance

You condemned me for trying to survive

But survive I did

I rose through the ashes

I now can fly far above you

Anger strengthens my wings

Carried me far through many horizons

Anger is a gift