The Freedom to Be

I am vulnerable, confused, flawed, twisted I am what I am. I don’t want to cook, don’t want to clean. I don’t want to be A wife or a mother. I choose what I will not be. I can wear a six yard or a two piece I can shun style And chose comfort instead. I decide to look how I feel. I may soar, I may burrow, I may sail smooth Or dive deep with in I steer my life as per my wish. Do not give me names nor assign roles, do not set standards and place me in boxes. I am not a commodity. You are not the creator. We are but children of Nature Unbound by roles, Both wild and free. Let us embrace isness and create some harmony.