Up the Creek

This is another one of those experamental protest poemsI used to write. Just imagine me: crazy wild girl in a conservative baptist school. You'd protest too...

 

I have to keep telling myself I’m good enough.

I deserve it.

I’ve earned what I should get, but I don’t guess that matters.

                        Its like falling,

                                    Or maybe being pulled

Into some horrible whirlpool of conformity.

ATTN: NO THINKING

I REPEAT NO THINKING, at least unless its what I tell you to.

            (insert evil laughter)

                                                            I hear there’s a goal you’re going for

                        It probably doesn’t involve me.

                                                Aren’t you mad I haven’t given you a reason?

                                    And I won’t

I have unclippable wings

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                                                       I do what I can

            Do you know I cry? Over you? What you’ve done? And will do?

I know there’s a future, even if they’re not like me

                        But at least there’s two of us

Up the creek

Down the river

Through the woods

                                    All just gone

 

 

                        POOF

                                    I’ll never understand your justification

            I hope you know this is for you

                              And that I mean every word

                        Subtle enough for you?