Decisions

Who gets to decide?

Is it you or is it I?

Who gets to decide what is right?

 

Who can say what is?

What is or what is not?

It’s me, isn’t it? That’s what I thought.

 

I really don’t see

Why you get to say who I get to be.

Or maybe that’s all made up.

And I can just be me.

And you can be you, too.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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