I will choose who I will be
I played their parts up till today
A dancer on call for any stage
A chef ready to fill your needs
I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned and cleaned
My care doled out indiscriminately
Until I realized I had a choice to make
It is them, or it is me
That’s why they fight to keep you busy
To hide your options and keep you from getting free.
Everyone has so many expectations on them from youth onward, but at some point, we all have to take the reigns to our own lives and start riding off on our own course.
K. B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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