What if instead of roots I decided to fly and never settle in the ways my gender asks me to?

Would the whispers ever stop - would it ever change?
      Why would I adhere to these predetermined life lines if I can't hope my own Xs will get the opportunity to fly?

If I have to hope for Y so they might have a chance,
                             only a chance
                                                      why would I shackle myself
   to resentment and stunted versions of myself
                                  so this cycle simply perpetuates forward with protest?
   I don't want to remove the choice,
                                  but I'm sick of what I'm being told to pick.
              I'm broken for being in love with life instead of a spouse, partner, signficant other,
all adjectives for the same thing
                                           TRAPPED
               Why am I only permitted to seek my happiness if it fits into what shoudl fulfill me?

Consider me agency - being communioned into action for a better future so people can honestly pursue their happiness as people.

No X or Y needed to decipher some ancient code.

Simply human, simple people, simply enough.