(NaNo 2020 Day 1: 1st Nov)

Who are you
to tell me to
change my style,
change my face
according to what you people say?
You people who
judge every move
that I make:
everything that I do.

Who is this
that tells me I'm
not good enough,
not smart enough
not pretty enough for your cause?
Your cause that
makes people feel bad
and makes me so mad:
Do I even know you?

Who am I
to judge myself
when others do it for me,
you do it for me
based on your own warped view of life?
Your view that
cuts others down
steals their crown
When you're not deserving.

Who are you
to tell me I
need to be kinder,
need to be finer
than I am now?
The me that
gives it my all
would suffer and fall
All for a stranger.

Who am I
to change myself
for your opinions,
to fit your dominion
so you can feel better about yourself?
The you that
hates and won't bow
to kinder things than

You could ever comprehend.

Who are we
to ruin the planet
with grime and litter,
pollution getting thicker
and all for a 'better world'?
A better world that
hates on our people
strikes down our equals
I don't even know us anymore.