Who are you to decide who is superior?
Who are you to say I am inferior?
Peel away the skin and we are merely skeletons
But you wear a mask to hide the comparison
As if embarrassed of who you are
So here you are trying to blend with the stars
But you are no star;
I am no star
I am human.
I am constructed by bones, like you
Formed out of opinions, standings, and oppositions
With many likes and dislikes
Ones that do not match yours
But who are you to say mine are wrong?
Who are you to say yours are right?
Who are you to decide my future?
You wear the title ‘Miss’ ‘Mrs.’ Or ‘Mr.’
Not ‘fate’ or even ‘God’
So don’t try to play as He in my life
Deciding my rights