I think I may have just came up with the very distilled essence of secondary integration in the process of sorting my own feelings out:

Defiant

I swim against a prodigious current,
and I know that I must falter.
It draws me towards the fall,
the inexorable fatal plunge.

But each stroke I take,
I count a small victory,
a stand.
For my right to exist.
For the betterment of the world.
For those who came before me.

And for everyone,
who has ever screamed,
defiantly at the heavens:
“No! There is a better way!”

For them,
For us,
I swim against the current,
because I am right.