Oh, how the Scorpio is often
misunderstood,
Seen as a creature of the night, cold and
crude.
Their strength and passion, often
feared and denied,
Labeled as a venomous, dangerous
tide.

Like a phoenix, they rise from the 
ashes.
With an unbreakable sprit, that never
crashes.
A Scorpio is like a force of nature,
With a power that cannot be
measured.

But these labels, like shackles, bind them
tight,
Hiding the depths of their soul from
sight.
It's time to break these chains,
let them free, To be seen as whole, not just a sign
to be.

They are like the waves, strong and
fierce,
Crashing against the shore, with a power
that pierces.
Their emotions run deep, like the 
ocean floor,
But their heart beats with passion
worth exploring more.

So let us not judge them, by hearsay
alone,
for they are a mystery, with a tales yet 
to be shown.
Like a book, with many pages yet to
be read,
Let us give them a chance, to be seen
beyond the said.