You say I’m different. I know that perfectly well. You say I’m oppressed. I say I’m protected. You say I have no rights. I say I am freer than free. You pity me. I don’t need your sympathy. You scorn me. I will never understand why. You whisper and glare. I only raise my head higher. You stare judging only what you see. I’m not surprised by your reaction.
You say you know everything. I say you will never understand. You say I can never be one of you. I am completely fine with that. You believe there is a huge difference between us. I think otherwise. You say I’ll always be an outcast. I’ve already chosen and know people will always treat me differently. You do not understand my choices. I cannot explain to you the virtue of modesty. You do not understand the strength of my belief. I know what you think of it. You say I’m a slave of misery. I say I’m a daughter of liberty. You don’t know what you’re talking about. I now know why you misunderstand.
You only believe what you’ve been taught. I too follow my own beliefs. You with your misunderstandings and stereotypes. I with my different faith and actions. You think we can never get along. I ask the simple question: Why? You think you know all about me. I think differently. You do not know me yet. I know it’s hard for you to try. You will never get past my differences. I will only try to make you understand.
You cannot see how I could have chosen my belief. I know it’s easier for you to think I’ve been forced upon it. You repel my attempts to explain. I only persist in making you see. You can’t accept that your presumptions are wrong. I understand your confusion. You’ve been told something else. I tell you a completely different story. You don’t know who to believe. I try to make this easier. You do not see from my perspective. I cannot force you to understand me. You only understand what you want to hear. I cannot do anything about that. You won’t even try to understand anymore. I have so much to tell you, if only you’d listen. You walk away, content with your own assumptions of me. I sigh and hope that one day you will understand I have chosen who I want to be.
You say you know everything. I say you will never understand. You say I can never be one of you. I am completely fine with that. You believe there is a huge difference between us. I think otherwise. You say I’ll always be an outcast. I’ve already chosen and know people will always treat me differently. You do not understand my choices. I cannot explain to you the virtue of modesty. You do not understand the strength of my belief. I know what you think of it. You say I’m a slave of misery. I say I’m a daughter of liberty. You don’t know what you’re talking about. I now know why you misunderstand.
You only believe what you’ve been taught. I too follow my own beliefs. You with your misunderstandings and stereotypes. I with my different faith and actions. You think we can never get along. I ask the simple question: Why? You think you know all about me. I think differently. You do not know me yet. I know it’s hard for you to try. You will never get past my differences. I will only try to make you understand.
You cannot see how I could have chosen my belief. I know it’s easier for you to think I’ve been forced upon it. You repel my attempts to explain. I only persist in making you see. You can’t accept that your presumptions are wrong. I understand your confusion. You’ve been told something else. I tell you a completely different story. You don’t know who to believe. I try to make this easier. You do not see from my perspective. I cannot force you to understand me. You only understand what you want to hear. I cannot do anything about that. You won’t even try to understand anymore. I have so much to tell you, if only you’d listen. You walk away, content with your own assumptions of me. I sigh and hope that one day you will understand I have chosen who I want to be.
