I am about to rock the boat.
I am about to say things
That you don’t want to hear.
And I’m about to get answers
That might rip me up,
That might take the entire sun
Out of the sky
that is me.
I don’t have a choice about this.
It’s the way I am.
I can’t stay quiet.
I can’t pretend
To be okay.
It is what it is,
And I need to know what it is
As soon as possible,
Or maybe sooner.
I cannot breathe
With a question in my throat.
So I’m about to roll the dice.
I’m about to take a stand.
I’m about to find out
What we are really made of.