You tell me not to say I'm sorry
You demand that I stand up for myself
Maybe I'm okay with the words I say
Maybe you should be patient anyway
What if I choose not to dominate
Your active voice rules the world
Giving notes on my life and my choices
Is it really rebelling to match your tone
Or perhaps defiant to choose my own
My words encourages others to speak
Just because you try to put me in my place
Doesn't mean I'm the one that's weak.