I confess to having many lovers. I confess to craving for my lovers lips. To having found more ecstasy in passion, then in prayer. I confess to pray still for my loves warm embrace. To have him in me fulfilling the very core of me. I confess to having yearned for the fire to be set ablaze. I confess to having known love, and in knowing it. Known that I have received it as well. I confess to many things here. Yet I repent nothing. I took the only life that was offered me. You have damned me were I stand. But there is no penance for my crime. Because I have only committed one, and neither you nor God can forgive it. I confess to having love and throwing it aside. For the want of men. Fearing more being owned by one man, then shared by many. I ask no forgiveness from your hypocrisy. I have confessed to being many things. To having welcomed men into my arms and bed. For the sake of loving love. Yet not loving the man. You all of you who have power. Cower from what you see in me. A women that controls her own fate, and embraces power with love. I yield unto nothing and no one. I do ask for forgiveness but not from you. I ask it from the man I loved. For not giving him the chance to prove his love to me. I have one last confession before you sentence me. I confess to having loved my life, even with all it's mistakes. To not wanting one second to be different. For if it was I would not be Me.
