I will laugh when the world expects me to bow.
I will dance where the shadows linger,
sing where silence has been decreed.
Each heartbeat of delight
is a refusal to surrender—
a quiet riot in the marrow.
I will find beauty in cracks and rubble,
light in places they insist must stay dark.
My joy will not be polite.
It will not wait for permission.
For to live fully, to love freely,
to taste sweetness when bitterness is served—
this is my rebellion, my declaration:
I am here. I am alive.
And I will shine.
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