Confinements

Something i wrote a long time ago, in my first days of writing poetry.

I sit in confinements

Behind these walls

With all these thoughts

Of all my flaws

Like claws

Just tearing at my flaws

We don't dine

Like the Fine.

There's people who always whine

We get forced this grime

Because all we have is a dime

Look, we don't live a life of crime

This is the only crime

Forcing us to eat this grime

This can't fall on us this time

This place tells us to walk like this

and to be talking like that

Well I'm gonna walk like that

And I will talk like this

I can't sit idly by

I'm not gonna let it happen

These confinements can't hold us

They may try

This place will be dry

Without us asking "Why?"

They try to sit, with stone cold faces,

Telling me I have to dress like this.

Trying to tell me I must draw and write like this.

There's only one sad thing to realize,

We are your prize,

We are the size,

of you population,  why can't you realize?

We are not gonna sit idly

We aren't as shy

As you think, your gonna have to pry.

I am no longer in the confinements,

I will no longer be held by these walls,

No more claws,

Tearing at my flaws.

We are individuals,

So these schools,

They can no longer tear at our flaws.