I am rebellious

I don't follow rules- because rules never kept me safe. I don't bite my tongue- because silence nearly swallowed me whole. Call me rebellious like it's a curse, but this fire? It's my resurrection. I dye my hair like it's war paint. I slam doors like thunder. I kiss chaos on the mouth and dance with the parts of me they tried to shame. You call it acting out. I call it fighting back. I am not a tragedy- I am the aftermath that learned how to burn.