When taken into hold I will squirm
with knowing that what fate
has also been held in the hand I am trapped with

I know this is not what I was destined for
I will choose my fate
besides the one I have been grasped by

I don’t want to be the words that other strangers say
I am qualified for I will do a man’s job if I want to
I will be who I want to be when I want to be

And in time I will stand
and push my tiny, limp body from the heavy grip
strung from the words that body’s of which judgement
has made their minds up
for who they think they have no choice in life