Amongst a list of things to be

I choose who I freely become

And with whom I share my joy


This might poorly feed your ears

And send dust into your cup of coffee

But if I must truly live in my own body

And dance to the sound of my own music

Why not harvest the seeds to my freedom,

Why do you think I should deprive me of me?

To make me unhappy to happy your fantasy?


I am a sweet jolly boy, call me a sunflower

I will not crumble my bones at your footstep

Or have your doubts slap my life in the face

I will dance like a bird and spread laughter

And plant sunflower seeds on every garden

And if it’s me that truly lives in my own mind

Why uninvitedly usher yourself to me?

Must I remind you that I have doors?