I am ‘lucky’, as they say,
Born in a loving family, sunshine and hay.
I am ‘stubborn’, as they say,
Pampered by everyone, granted all my wishes away.
I am ‘obedient’, as they say,
To behave as told, many expectations they lay.
I am ‘me’, I object!
You don’t own me, I demand respect.
Emotions, mind and body,
Like a human, just as everybody.
Should I, always fight for my rights?
Someday you’ll give-in or, give my last rites.
Until I spoke, until I rejected,
For Generations, You took me for granted.
No more the spectator, No more the back seat,
A new journey has started, for the new ME within.
rskoshe 