You cannot cross that street,
he said.
It is not your choice.

You cannot go to church,
He said.
It’s not time to rejoice.

You cannot say that,
He said.
We do not want your voice.

You do not know what’s right,
He said.
It’s not multiple choice.

You pay your taxes,
You work your job,
He said.
You support us with your work.
You raise the kids, you clean the house, you try to run from jerks.

Just do your part, 
Hold up your back.
But don’t expect to have a choice.

You aren’t a man,
He said.
My dear, you haven’t any voice.