My life, my struggles, my hopes and dreams may be at a standstill because they are not to society’s eyes, conventional but I could not care less what you think. Ridiculous, isn’t it, to be hanged for being oneself.
I accept. I yield. I am going with the flow. Whether it is death, pardon, or even a lifetime of hanging. I am not sad. I am not frightened. Never in despair. See my face – I’m cool, I’m calm, I’m collected. You think my hands are tied? Do you see me struggling? I am merely waiting. For what is to come. For the right moment to show what else I’ve got behind my back. And then I am going to be free.
And no, I am not the one who is upside down. You are.