Choice Poem by Mellisa Salazar

You may choose to sleep with the pillow between your knees
You may choose to wear a beard of bees
You may choose to think the flea market sells fleas
You may choose to do whatever you please,
But you cannot choose the teeth you have
It is not a good choice to hold in your laugh
You can analyze your choices with the help of a graph,
or drink your wine from the choicest glass
You may choose to roll yourself down the hill,
or lay dreamy eyed upon your window sill
These choices are all yours until;
you let others choose your destiny
By allowing them to choose what they see,
in you or what you're capable of
They're choosing fear not choosing love
So grant yourself delightful choices,
that sing the song from future voices