Humanities

Humanities

I hate to be told what to do
It's like a piece of me is
being ripped out
everytime.
I can't be myself,
I have to sit where I'm told,
If I like the words
I'll keep on reading,
If not,
then back the fuck off.
I'm not you
and I have my own opinions.
You're just an old man
getting off on the power
you hold in their eyes.
Fuck your power,
You're pathetically willing
to stay in this town the
rest of your life.
If you're as wonderful
as you assume you are
then aren't you somehow
degrading your potential?
Well fuck you--
I'm free
You're not.


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