Do not argue my right
To be different.
To speak,
Think
And to write
Not the way that you do.
I cannot
And would not be
Either false,
Or lay-figured.
Let me have
In excess
Reason,
Passion –
And will, too.
Human troubles
Have crossed swords in my days.
Scheduled fates
In a row …
I’ve no right to be heartless
In these times of hard claims
And to watch with indifference
Souls resisting a blow.
Destination enjoins me
To keep on
Being different.
To speak,
Think
And to write
Not the way that you do.
And my son
Will derive it from me –
As if mirrored –
To speak,
Think
And to argue aloud
Boldly you.
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