Lurking Beast When I was a child
I lived in constant fear
of getting in trouble,
with teachers, with parents, with adults or even peers.
A good-goody, A fucking pussy. Shame.
I also had tendency towards radical thought
to challenge the values I perceived to be of consensus,
even at so young an age,
I was a rebel.
So why the prudence as a lower school student?
you did it to me! Suppressed me that
I go on to be prestigious straight A smart kid Harvard graduate…
but torn! I am a rebel, why was I a pussy?
You tore me!
The contradictions of me
this feeling that I am being split in half
by a mad beast inside
that I must unleash! or die…
and it is usually a fun ride, this life
but when I’m not going berskerk
there often lurks
your doing