Sentencing

She entered the precinct in shackles, wrists bruised from the restraints.
Exhaustion in her eyes, confusion in her heart.
Preparing to face the inevitable.
What was the charge?
Insubordination.
Refusal to comply with your expectations.
Inability to succumb to your rules.
Failure to fit into your box.
She sat quietly in the bullpen reflecting on her crime.
Suddenly, her lips cracked a smile. She was at peace. 
If she was to be punished for living her truth... she’d gladly do the time. 
Her mugshot glowed with pride.