I did not have the freedom to choose to be born
Or not
An unknown hand
Randomly grabbed
My soul and
Shoved it
Into a body suit
I did not have the freedom to choose
My parents
A capricious DNA
Did
Inky pinky ponky
I did not have the freedom to choose
My gender
A whimsical chromosome
bespoke
I did not have the freedom
To be
I was told to become
I did not have the freedom
To not choose
Choice was thrust on me
I did not have the freedom
To vent
The scream in my head
Unmute button
Was not there at all
Naturally I did not have the freedom
To choose how to die
That would have been
So contrarian
So life and death
Are a cycle of choicelessness
Delusion makes it
acceptable
