Bittersweet

You think I ask for your flowers to wilt

I only ask for mine to bloom

You think I ask for your fruit to rot

I only ask for mine to ripen

You think I ask for your door to close

I only ask for mine to open

You think I ask for your happiness to be revoked

I only ask for mine to commence

You think I ask for your point to be disregarded

I only ask for mine to be considered

You think I ask for your voice to be silenced

I only ask for mine to be heard

You think I ask for privilege

I know I ask for equality