Constrictions

In a growing city, one must consider oneself to be growing too, no? Yet what happens when you are utterly bound by the so called constrictions forged by your own society? If your own family hate you to the point that you dead face would bring nothing but indifference, why live?

But I do.

My tale may be considered to be that of woe or wars, yet to me, it is my life and circumstances have brought me to accept it.

But I fight.

I fight for him, for me, for us.
I fight because I can, because I have to.
I fight to prove, that my skin colour is not all that there is to me.

Don't I have the right to fall in love?