and im so sick
of hiding
the ashes in my windowsill
the rice paper evidence
i flushed away.
im so done
with keeping
the words behind my face
behind my skin
its not my way
im so lost
in someone elses
overlooked
hypocrisy
can you see
im so
tired
of being told
my words are
inappropriate
dont tell me
what to do
or what to say.
cuz i wont listen
its not my way.
and im so sick
of drowning
the smell of smoke in your perfume
the scented tissue evidence
i threw away.
im so tired
of staining
my words with emptiness
with censorship
youre in my way
im so lost
in someone elses
underminding
tyranny
cant you see
im so
tired
of being told
my words are
inappropriate
dont tell me
what to do
or what to say.
cuz i wont change for you
its not my way
im so
tired
of being told
my words are
inappropriate
i wont change for you
i wont change for you
i wont change for you
i wont change for you
and im so sick
of hiding
the ashes in my windowsill
the smoke in your perfume...
Author notes
[[Burning the Book]]
PW
not crazy about this one myself
A contest entry
- Rebel! by Cinder.
900 points, ended February 23, 2008, 26 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Why not like this one, I do, I like the rebel spirit it envokes, if you live up to it You will be a happier person.
I like it.
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Very nice write, best of luck in the contest.
♥
whisper
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I liked this. It held subtle emotion and if you're not to crazy about it. You're more then welcome to enter a different one!
But I liked this.
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