It Is Up To Me

It is up to me to choose Who I wish to be It is up to me To choose what I think Is best for me It is up to me To choose whether I prefer the fragrance of flowers Or the tranquillity of calm lagoons It is up to me To be that which I fit in best! It is up to me To shut off the loud din Of society's harsh glare upon me As it saunters along to what is imposed upon it While I can only care to dance upon the beats Of my poetic whims! It is up to me To smile with my heart At the poison that is hurled upon me With the hope that it scorches me To such an extent That I come to a point where I fear it And use it To be that which I am not! It is up to me To stand up with my flag brandished high Upon the mountains and the lowlands of Our puzzling world As Everything about us all Has not been given due explanations! Yes, It is up to me To acknowledge of the rights That pave themselves towards the glory Of existing as I do As if I don't I would be a mere paper Yearning for when a pen Would write upon my lines A poem of human emancipation! 4th December 2021