suppress joy for fear
their light might make someone uncomfortable.
They are told
to devalue their drive so not to appear immodest.
I don’t want
someone to judge my worth on how quiet I can be.
When I am dead I will be quiet enough.
I’m alive,
and not the slightest bit meek.
Song Choice: My Shot from Hamilton
I created this piece to play along with the Friday 55 challenge offered by Verse Escape. There some terrific pieces there, including the one created by the hostess, to satisfy your poetic cravings.
