"They Call It Rebellion"

--- They call it rebellion when I ask to breathe— when I want sun on my skin, and wind at my knees. They call it drama when I cry out loud, but never once question why I feel drowned. They say I’m “too much” for speaking my mind, but never ask why I’ve been silenced in time. They say I should bow— that’s “what good girls do.” But I was never born to follow their rules. I am not clay to be molded and shaped. I am the storm they cannot remake. They call it rebellion when I walk unafraid. But I call it healing— from the mess they made. ---