By Batsheva Ishakis

 

I can't stand anymore

You tell me to stand

But you don't know what I can't tolerate

You tell me to stand

I am not a man

You give me your cup

I ask "Should I drink your poison?!"

Or;

Sit here while you tell me to stand, to tolerate

You

A bully

Telling me to accept your inhuman ways

To shake your hands as if I'm not disgusted by you

To have my arms open

Or

Face the court with my words

When I have not raised my hand to hit

All I've done was deflating your ego a bit,

because your ears are too sensitive to my words,

You think it to be right to raise your hand to hit:

My face

My ego

My pain

My beliefs

 

If you would have hit me,

It would be overlooked by others

If I would have made you face the court,

I would never win.

Because of you.

Because you tell me to stand

 

I ask "Should I drink poison"

Or

Throw it right back at you

To tell you to stand.

To tell you to accept me and my words.

That I tell you I don't agree with you,

Is that how you want me to stand?

So I will

So I have done

But alas,

You will not hear

You will only hear out of conveyance.

Only,

If it will raise you

To belittle me,

for what I believe in.

This scenario has been played out many times in my mind.

I can't decide what I will do;

Follow what you tell me,

To act like you,

To imitate your every move.

 

On the other hand;

Sit and watch you make a fool of yourself,

not wanting my help, only a name to support you and your unhealthy actions.

No.

Not my name,

But a title you take to raise your esteem and the image you bring;

Female, Jew, teen, American, descendent; from one or the other.

Whichever you'd choose

Am I not supposed to be human?

Can't I make my own choice?

To use my own voice,

For my pride

NOT YOURS! *

            *We all have the will to make our own decisions, even under intense pressure from society (complete strangers) or our closest friends.