My Place

I am required to appreciate what I have
As if somehow I did not
The comparisons that others define me by
Remind me that I have alot

I own my thoughts
Though Im expected to stay quiet
Courage is seen as never anti-social
And society defines me as too poor to riot

Each day is mine
To do with what I will
I trade using what I feel I can afford
and for the air I breathe, I receive a bill

I must remember my place
And remember it isnt mine at all
Views that are seen as valid
Must be coming from people who can afford to fall