I Choose Poem by Esther Williams

There it is again, that question "was it me? "
Numerous occasions I've lowered myself,
I welcomed the evil that is negativity.
Dealing countless blows, hateful and cruel
Living within a society that always points the finger at you.

I mirror the image of what I'm told to be
But what about my idea of perfect or how I see me?
Why can't we all be a little different? Be it inside or out.
Exercise our free will, stand up and shout.
Be it quirky, quiet or damn right outrageous
Blending into the crowd isn't courageous.
Why are we challenged when making our statement?
A permanent tag etched in concrete like you see on the pavement.

I could change and contain my personality,
Become that person they want to see.
But I ask myself, is that really my identity?
Put me down, break me but I'll get back up.
My generation and the next will learn never to give up.
We should motivate and instil confidence,
Not back stab about someones mistake or incompetence.

Why is it always a flaw?
My want, my need to fight and become more?
I envision my own definition of success.
This is my personal journey and I control the progress.
That box, the one that they built for me,

I will remain on the outside, I will choose who to be.