Excuse me, breaking in.
May I assault your thoughts
with words of love, will you
object – to being the object of my affection?

It seemed polite to ask:
these days the world has gone
crazy over rights violated –
the right to live (my place or yours?);
to die (my body or yours – in mine);
my right to live over my right to be loved
(how shocking you don’t
guarantee both? Can you blame me
for not putting up with it?)
My right to speak
(don’t you dare misquote!)
My right to be informed, without violating
my privacy (SMS, don’t FB me!)
My right to work, to win, to conceive
my dream or terminate hope at will.
My right to happiness, on my own terms
(written into the small print.)
Right to have, to hold,
For better and better.

If I didn’t need to be right
I wouldn’t be left

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