To be who I am

I have an opinion
so you wish to silence me,
and put on this mask
so I will be a face that
pleases you.

I have passion
but you wish me passionless,
for passion leads to desire,
the bubbling pot of revolution,
that you cannot contain.

Can you hold it back,
this urge in me to be who
I am and find a new space
beyond the prison you
build for me?