I cannot control
The sun or the moon
Or the emotions of Mother Nature
I cannot control
Who brought me into the world
Or where I grow
I am not in control
Of the past
Or its legacy
I am not in control of
what others believe
Or what they see
So how is it right
To be hated and judged
For what I am not in control of
But as long as there is time
I maybe able to change their minds
The choice is mine
