No Choice Poem by Elia Michael

To be or not to be, that is no choice
For me. I am that which I am for all
Eternity. At least till I rejoice
No more in life and I am in that hall
Of emptiness and silence for the rest
Of time, where neither tears nor joy exist,
Where rapturous delights of being caressed
And kissed do not occur and are not missed.
But here, I'll be what I must be, and am.
And I, with pride, assert this fact to you.
Shall I attempt to live some kind of sham
Because it suits your biased point of view?
I cannot be what I have never been,
But you could be more tolerant, less mean.