It is about me,
Not about you.
My choices,
My life,
My life is my life,
My pride is my pride.
So, how does it not suffice?
How does it concern the “society”, who I love?
How does it matter to anyone else but me?
Why do you assume, it’s morbid?
How can you insult my love, when you claim yours to be so pure?
My love is as pure as yours.
Love is just love,
You say age is just a number,
I say gender is just a social construct.
It’s not about you,
You as a society are powerful, sure,
But it’s not about you.
It’s about me.
Its about my love,
My love,
My life,
My choice.
Why do you get to decide if being me is a crime?
How do you get to change me?
Why should I take a fucking conversion therapy, to satisfy your ego?
I love who I love.
Deal with it,
Be you,
No one is stopping you,
But don’t you dare to stop me from being me.
This is me.
Deal with it.
It’s not about you,
It’s about me.
So how do you get to make the laws?
How do you get to decide if I can marry someone I love?
It’s about me,
Not about you.

Aashna Vidyarthi