Ode to Conformity

 

Every day

The same routine-

Wake up, get dressed, put on some makeup

Then head off to school

Where every second of every day

Is scheduled and planned out already.

 

They tell us to think differently-

“Outside of the box”, they say-

To be creative,

Yet they stick us in the same desk

And force us to learn the same things

Every day.

 

Structure and conformity.

How can we be creative when these

Two adversaries to art,

These opposers to originality,

Rivals to revelation,

Are forced upon us

Every day?

 

“This is a poem”

They say

And present an “example”

All formulated and calculated

Like some math problem.

 

Poetry is supposed to be real

From the heart

A group of words

Thrown together

(S                    p                        l

a            t            t

e

r

ed

across the page

Like paint on a canvas)

Creating a picture,

An attempt

To convey thought

When nothing else will suffice.

 

Not some structured, formulated

Process to be judged and analyzed.

It does not need

Rhythm or rhyme

To be beautiful.

 

It just is.

 

Why can’t they accept that?

Why continue to look for a correlation

When there is none?

Why waste your time?

 

It is poetry.

It is beautiful.

It just

Is.

Reviews

[Courtney Caddiwampus]

I love it, its sooo true.

[Legion]

YES! Bravo! Well said.

[Andromeda]

*applause* completely what i think too!

[AK]

I accept that! This is perfect, well done. But see... you are learning, even if by default!