Don’t tell me how to raise my kids,
Don’t tell me how to grieve;
Don’t tell me what I should aver
Or what I should believe –

Don’t tell me things that never were
To build your new tomorrow;
Don’t make of me some passenger
Upon your ship of sorrow,

Don’t place me in some class
That you believe I should be in;
Don’t grade me fail or pass
By using some criterion

You have created wholesale from
The web of your conceit;
Don’t bother asking me to join
In pastimes of deceit –

I do not recognize you as
A real authority;
I do not give you power over
Any part of me —

Don’t tell me how to live,
And oh my please, do not tell me
That your controlling nature is
Somehow
Morality