I don’t believe it’s anyone’s business to put their hands on the wheel and speed from my happiness.
I don’t believe it’s anyone’s business to put a noose around my neck and tighten it till I can’t breathe.
I don’t believe it’s anyone’s business to look me in the eye and disrespect my greatest love.
I don’t believe it’s anyone’s business to put a time limit on my freedom.
I don’t believe it’s anyone’s business to tie my hands from the ones saving me on the Underground Railroad.
I don’t believe it’s anyone’s business to chain my spirit, heart, and soul to the ground and bury me.
I don’t believe it’s anyone’s business to deny my personal liberty rights.
I don’t believe it’s anyone’s business to hold my hand in theirs when I’ve long since denied them.
I don’t believe it’s anyone’s business to entail every last detail of my life to me.
I don’t believe it’s anyone’s business to give me permission to my life and everything in it.
I don’t believe it’s anyone’s business to tell me what I can do, think, and say.
I don’t believe it’s anyone’s business.
Except mine.