I'm a forbidden book you forgot to close.
One you picked up and couldn't put down.
Like the forbidden fruit of Eden.
You bit in and eagerly swallowed
My words pierce your protective shell.
My pages entice you to do what they say is wrong.
But if they do not know what lies inside.
Why would they label me, as forbidden?
Do they fear that I contain the truth.
Perhaps they claim that I am wrong.
But you opened the cover and turned the pages.
Giving my once new appearance a well thumbed look.
For I am the forbidden book that they despise.
And tho they label me as forbidden.
It only brings me more eyes.
More who will make me seem well read.
If only they had read me.
Then they would see.
I contain no lies, no malicious intent.
But I contain knowledge they do not wish to know.
