I have a rage
An anger inside me
Screaming to get out
It scrapes….it claws,
howls deep from within…
I can no longer contain this rage…
It is a part of me
This rage is mine and I have every right to it.
Your comfort is not my responsibility
I will no longer hide who I am or what I feel to avoid your insecurities
I will rage
I will scrape, I will crawl,
Scream and howl against it all.
I will no longer be slighted, talked down to, gazed upon for your pleasure.
I am not obligated to speak to you, to play nice or be polite.
No–I will not fucking smile.