There are things beyond you and me . . .
There are even things beyond us.
Do I care?
No.
Things bigger than myself,
Things bigger than my friends.
Than anything I represent.
Things I could be a part of.
Is it only possible to be whole through being a part?
Is it only possible to be big through being a piece?
I don't think so.
I can't be entirely alone.
I can't exist in solitude.
But I don't need to be a part of something bigger than what I choose.
I don't need to be bigger than myself.
So what if there is opportunity?
I wasn't made for the system.
I'm not a subordinate, and I'm not a leader.
To hell with those who believe otherwise.
I am not a cliche.
I am not part of a group.
I am me. You are my friends.
This is the only group I belong to.
You can take your girl scouts, and you can take your cheerleaders,
And you can take your clubs and sports.
You can take your church, and your community.
I'll take my friends.
I will not be lesser.
I will not be greater.
I am equal.
I am nothing less than that,
And nothing more.
But I am not fully in this group, either.
I will not be drawn into the melodrama.
I will not be drawn past what I want to be drawn to.
I will be involved with what I choose.
I will be involved with who I choose.
I will not be ordered.
I will not be commanded.
. . . but can it be avoided?
Author's Note:
This was done off of the top of my head--the person who won the second hit gift told me that this would suffice for it, even if it wasn't his original request. :) It was actually written a bit ago, so I don't recall what I was thinking while I was writing it, but . . . well, here it is.