doing things our way

I've witnessed all your acts of tradition
your 'cultural' values, your quiet hatred
that screams down the walls every saturday morning
my anxious heart beating wildly, a sickening tension

I lost all my appetite as a child, it's gone for good
from gagging on soaking cereal every morning
back in the day when your joint insanity made me cry
and sob and exhausted my body I vomited for all the guilt

let my children always know that they were borne out of love
and not some kind of badly thought out mistake.
and we young things will revel in all our love in this moment
without the labels, ceremonies or expected waiting
we explore our deepest, beautiful desires because we can
partially for fear that someday... we may end up just like you

but NO, never, we will always be free, pacts we made at 16
we'll run, we'll walk away, we'll search for what is better
not what is easier, what we are expected to bear
we will take our children and flee if our
love turns to fear
men into monsters
affection into abuse
passion into rage
hearts into tiny fragments
dreams shattered, hope scattered
lonely footsteps in new lands
clouded by uncomfortable silence
everybody knows
nobody speaks

but we will roar if you cross us.
go ahead, i dare you to try.
we will fight and win.
we will leave.
or throw you out.