No More Apologies
I am not who you built me to be.
From the womb, I was designed: believer, straight, happy. normal.
And I was sorry to disappoint you,
but I cannot please you at the expense of myself.
I live and breathe and am happy the way I am.
I will not apologize for my own existence.
Not anymore.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world