The difference.
I write most days, almost as if in defiance, strange…. yes,
I know that this thing in my body is like an army of bad guys that have sneaked into my special place, my body obviously which is unique to me, it’s mine and no one else’s but these shitbag’s have decided to come in, uninvited and take over. What was a solitary invader, silently slipped in behind enemy lines and slowly multiplied by adding more and more of his relatives until they’d become the majority and have a vote in what happens in what should be an alien community to them. Now my home where I grew up, where I should have authority has changed, now it’s me that’s the foreigner and have had most of my say in what happens taken away. Now I can shout at the governing authorities all I want, I can tell them how unfair it is, that this is mine, they aren’t welcome and should do the right thing and leave but these invaders just laugh at me, shake their heads and say…. “tough. It’s ours now”.
I could just keep quiet and be subservient but that’s not going to happen contrary to what they want, even though the authorities that were once on my side have changed their allegiance, I’m referring to my immune system now, even though they have been persuaded to treat the foreign invaders as friendly, I will make a noise, I’ll protest and keep fighting. They might have taken over, they might have dominance but they haven’t won just yet. They won’t win because there’s a spark deep down inside me and no matter how powerful they become, no matter how dominant they are, there’s always going to be me standing proud, they can hurt me, batter me, frustrate me and no matter how many times they knock me down I will ways get up again and that is the difference.