I did not choose my birthday
I did not choose my hair
I did not choose my date of birth
I did not choose myself
I did not choose my family
I did not choose my place or face,
I did not choose my taste,
I did not choose my race.
But somewhere in the in – between
From first to final gasp
My destiny of how I’m seen
Is held within my grasp.
So I will choose who I will be,
So I will choose my personality
So I will choose whatever I do next
So I will choose what I will say
I’ll choose what happens
I’ll choose what I wear
I’ll choose to be different
I’ll choose the future
