Poet 11586

Society

they want to strip me of my selfhood
They want me to talk like them,
write like them and even snore like them
It may be the norm for some folks,
no disrespect but not me
I cannot accept the script they wrote for me
I write my own story and despite what they
may think of me; I owe them no apology
And whether they like it or not,
I will still be like this tomorrow
and if I die, at least I have given them
something peculiar to remember me with