• callingcrows 5w

    Maker.

    I will not let my maker be my breaker.
    My maker, wretched though he may not be,
    Or she
    Or they,
    My maker will not take my life,
    My freedom
    My choice,
    For even if that were how it were meant to be,
    I would break free,
    Escape
    Rebel.

    With all due respect,
    I'd sooner spit upon the face of my maker
    Than give them my fate,
    My destiny
    My will,
    For my life is now in my hands,
    And not my maker's.

    November 2, 2017.

    ©callingcrows