I am fifteen
my identity has been
chosen for me and I
have no say in it
how come I have to hear
the repetitive principles
and secretly never use them
while momma says
this is for your own good
I have to sever
the rope to society
and talk to the believers
that I don't care
to be around
I will not have my life
chosen for me
while momma says
this is for your own good
I will fight til the
very end
to ensure my happiness
I'd rather die than follow
the blurry line that
stays on the ground
while momma says
this is for your own good
October 8, 2016 12:59 PM