There are so many things I’d like to share with you,
Maybe silver wind chimes startled
fuzzy tendrils in my ears
I could have died a thousand ways
or not have lived at all,
I could have sold my happiness
for envy, rage, and gall,
I could have drowned in grief and tears
I value my freedom, I value my truth.
Don’t tell me what I think, don’t dig up my roots,
don’t push me around so I do what you say,
don’t use my demeanor to back your own way.