The list of things I can’t change is long
My circumstance was set before birth
And I can’t survive and choose to rebel
Those options dont work together
But I can decide not to worship
I can decide not to romanticize
I can decide to be skeptical
I choose not to idolize my opressors
As if they are better than me
Defined by the better of society
Doesn’t mean they get my admiration
They are flawed humans, like us all
I choose not to repeat falsehoods
The white lies of sucess and worth
That some of us are created better
When I know my worth isn’t less
I’m not going to bow down to them
Not to money, beauty, or youth
I choose to be happy with my less
Their disaproval doesn’t get my power
I don’t welcome a boot on my neck
I will whine of the unfairness
Knowing my complaints are ignored
Because I still get to have my voice
Even if I don’t get equanimity.
Elizebeth Turnquist 
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