Sometimes rules are rigid,
Hard lines, set in stone,
that should not be crossed.
Sometimes rules are limp,
As easily arranged as wet noodles,
Vague and malleable.
Other times,
Rules are set to keep us down,
Keep us in place,
Scared to fight for what we want.
Those rules,
More like guidelines,
Should be crossed.
Draw your own line.
Make your own rules.
Be who you want to be.