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.