I am an individual with my own thoughts
An individual that wants to be belong
Does this fact make me lesser of a person?
May I wear my bold lips as I choose and where?
There is the word that chains with a hard grip
May I. . May I. .
Why, do I ask for permission to do what I can.
I am an individual with her own thoughts
That will belong in her own way somehow
Belonging is neither here or there
It’s a state of mind
Even the greats have moments of dismay