the time to act is now

If I were to do
what is meant to be acted upon
Oh, you’d love to see that,
Wouldn’t you?
But I don’t do what is expected of me
And I do not care what you think
Of women like me

They said I’d feel a sense of purpose
If I were to do
What is meant to be acted upon
That we’d have taken a step toward freedom

But I must free myself first

If I were to do my part correctly,
Everyone would, naturally
Decide to make amends
Instead of lashing out
unintentionally

Oh now I see
How this all depends on me

If I were to do
what is meant to be acted upon
and this were the outcome
Then surely I’m  misreading
All that my eyes, ears, mind and body
Have been telling me
About free will
And my right to be tired

Why don’t I just…
Take away all the world’s worries
Do what’s meant to be acted upon
So you never need to think again
About your fear of going soft
Put it all on my shoulders,
Why don’t you?

Of me, expect what can only be
Expected of God
Treat me like a game piece
After every game lost
Take it out on me,
Why don’t you?

So what is meant to be acted upon?
Should I keep contorting myself
Into shapes that compromise
My own health

Stop trying to force yourself
Into my shell