What Right Do You Have To Change? Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

When someone is fed to adapt,
To deceptions and lies told.
That's all they know.
Like the giving of a nickname,
That isn't the same as one's birth name.
With perceptions that stick,
Until one stops accepting it.
Only to be thought of as being unreal.
When in fact...
A choice to remove all false traps,
Can leave one feeling...
Truth and reality,
Many would rather run away from that.

'Oh?
So 'now' you want to be called something 'different'?

~No.
Not at all.
I prefer to be called my name.~

'But that's not who you are.
What right do you have to change? '