"My beliefs, my attitude, my views, are for me alone to choose. Different though they may be, I owe no one an apology"- A poem about being unapologetic of one's opinions.
“My beliefs, my attitude, my views, are for me alone to choose. Different though they may be, I owe no one an apology”- A poem about being unapologetic of one’s opinions.
There was a time when I would try to rationalize-
Every aspect of my behavior, I would apologize,
For every perceived infraction, every breach-
Of “lady-like” behavior. I would try to reach,
The exalted pedestal of morality set for me,
And berate myself when I failed miserably.
Somewhere along the line, a habit it became,
To say sorry even when there was no blame.
Assigned to me- I would begin any question-
With an apology for the interruption.
I apologized each time I expressed an opinion-
As if encroaching on someone’s dominion.
At home, at the workplace- each time I apologized.
I undermined myself- something I did not realize.
Without being aware, I was giving an impression,
Of under-confidence in every interaction.
No wonder, I felt left behind despite my diligence,
In the professional world there was no room for diffidence.
This is how I would have continued in oblivion,
Had I not read an exquisite poetic expression.
Woven around the word “unapologetic”-
Penned by a woman, it was a signal emphatic
To me to discard my apologetic ways-
And an unapologetic stance embrace.
So here I say, loud and clear-
I’ll stand for myself without any fear.
My beliefs, my attitude, my views
Are for me alone to choose.
Different though they may be,
I owe no one an apology,
For being who I am, thinking the way I do.
Unapologetic I stand finally, before you.
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