They call me crazy.

Crazy when I laugh, crazy when I cry.

Crazy after nights of three hour sleeps and I’m tired.

Crazy if I walk on the streets without a smile.

Crazy if I’m so happy my heart pumps 9000 beats a minute.

Crazy if I’m passionate.

Crazy if I fear being adequate.

They call me crazy.

Crazy for reacting after 2 years and 6 months of verbal abuse.

Crazy for speaking about the bounds over which my ancestors leaped.

Crazy for promoting peace, feminism, love.

Crazy for believing lesbians and gays deserve equal rights.

Crazy for wanting a better life for myself, and the people that surround me.

They call me crazy.

They call you, he, she, we crazy.

They called Michael crazy. Janet too.

Speilberg. Crazy. Marilyn. Crazy.

Charles Darwin. Walt Disney. Oprah Winfrey.

So when they call you crazy.

Smile back, deep breath, you’re in good company.

He Said, She Said.

Not Just Me