Fight Another Hour


Fight Another Hour

By Jesse Yelvington


Screw you for saying who and what I’m ‘supposed’ to be,

Though I hope you know that nothing you could say will ever change me;


I don’t understand why you attack me at my heart,

When my intention is only to create peace and art.


I’m trying to make a place

where it’s not necessary to be ‘normal’ to feel safe.


A place where everyone can go

when everywhere else has said “no.”


So stop telling me who and what I am,

As though my body is a hand


of cards that can’t be changed,

that must stay with me for the whole game.


Because who I am isn’t what you see;

rather it’s the things inside of me.


The love, the hope, the will and the power

To fight for my rights another hour. 


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