Lost One

You could say that I am a lost one

Wandering in a maze in this thing called life

Moving from one direction to another,

Unable to be bound

To be seized by any cultural norms,

Societal expectations, religious revelations

Oh, no, not me, I’m not the one

I don’t kneel and pray to Jesus

Nor will I face Mecca

I will look you in your face, and say no

Not me, not ever, I’m not the one

To be bullied into submission

I will be standing alone, until my knees buckle,

And then I will still raise my chin in defiance, and

Conviction,

And proclaim, I’m not the one.