Whilst living under my roof you'll do as I say, you get good grades,
And you'll do a good course,
You'll become a doctor, an engineer, a respectable man in the community.
Yes, Papa.
But what if it all means nothing to me.
What if it's not what I actually want?
You'll do as I say child!
Yes, Papa.
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Author:
Lelae (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about a young person whose life has already been planned out for them. They don't have a say, they just have to do what they told.
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All too common my friend.
'But what if it all means nothing to me.'
indeed, sometimes there isn't enough willpower
in the world - to protest, using our words
so we just nod and agree - till, 'They'
and 'Their' tyrannically totalitarian: 'Well - meaning';
can loosen that rope, around our throat - enough
to plot an escape plan, running
to find a place, where a breath
doesn't come with a scrape or gravelled, cost
to our burgeoning, clueless
yet defiantly Proud, voice!
'Our volition, is a gift - that must be won
rarely: is it offered on a platter of compassion
or tolerance's: understanding'
(a great write
thanks for inspiring my little scribbled reply
dear poet)
Thank you
And such a great scribble you did there 🔥
u really pointed out a great stigma in our society..that children are becoming robots, they have to do just as told, and they have lost their creativity...and u have beautifully wrapped that up in the wealth of ur words....GREAT JOB!!
Thank you Maria
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