This time, a poem.
CHOICES
I am a human being, like any other.
Like any other, I have a body. Like any other, I have skin. Like any other, I love. Like any other, I chose none of these.
I did not choose black skin. I did not choose a female body nor to be a woman. I did not choose to love mainly women.
Some people hate others with black skin, with female bodies or identities, with same sex lovers. Some people choose to silence such people.
I choose to speak out.
I choose to defend my fellow humans, no matter their skin; to defend them, no matter their body or gender; to defend them, no matter who they love.
Will you defend my right to choose that? Will you let me speak out? Will you allow me my voice? Despite hate?
I do hope so.
I did not choose black skin, nor the white skin that I have.
I did not choose a female body, nor the male one that is mine, nor my male identity.
I did not choose to love women, but I do, and one above all others.
Will you let me speak out? Have you chosen?
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