The Beloved Unwanted A truth we all smell but never admit. This is a poem for the souls who were born sacred, yet spent years believing they were a mistake. For the ones carrying wounds that were never theirs, for the hearts that learned to breathe inside their own rot and rise anyway. You don't heal by pretending you're clean. You heal by facing what stinks inside — and surviving it. Listen. Smell the truth. Stand in the dirt and live.