And…?

Who the hell are you?
Who the hell are you to tell me
I don’t have the right to live?’
Who the hell are you to tell me
The correct way to live?

Do you put food in my mouth?
Do you put the clothes on my back?
Do you pay my bills?
Then what gives you the right to criticize me?

Did you give me the life I live?
Did you give me the eyes to see?
Did you give me the ears to hear?
Did you give me the heart to feel?
Then what gives you the right to banish me?

Do you provide the air to breathe?
Do you provide the water to cleanse?
Do you provide the sunlight to live?
The who the hell are you to judge me?

Can I call you bitch?
Can I call you nigger?
Can I call you whore?
Can I call you liar?
Can I call you faggot?
Can I call you sinner?
Then who the hell are you to call me these names?

Until you become an Omnipotent power,
Do not criticize me
Do not banish me
Do not judge me
Call me by my name
Unless you can accept and receive the otherwise,

And…?
R. L. Heath, Jr