Born Without Permission

A poem for the rebels, dreamers, and the ones who never fit the mold. “Born Without Permission” is a declaration of identity, power, and unapologetic freedom.

They told me to walk softly,

to speak when spoken to,

to wear my silence

like jewelry.

They wanted my edges sanded down,

my voice sweet,

my fire quiet.

But I was born without permission.

The world tried to name me —

too much,

too loud,

too wild.

I carved new letters from their noise,

and called myself free.

Freedom isn’t polite.

It doesn’t wait its turn.

It kicks open the door

you were told to knock on,

and builds a home

in the middle of the storm.

I’ve danced barefoot

on rules meant to break me,

sung loud enough

to wake the sleeping parts of my soul.

They said rebellion was chaos—

I say it’s creation.

To exist as yourself

in a world that profits from your doubt

is an act of holy defiance.

To smile in your truth

is a revolution of its own.

So here I am—

unshaven, unashamed,

wearing every no

like a badge of honor.

If I am fire,

then let the world burn brighter.

If I am storm,

let it rain freedom.

Because I was never made

to whisper my name—

I was made

to roar it.