125 Days Until Graduation
Dear System,
You tried.
You tried your best to squash me down
A square peg into your row of round holes.
You tried so hard you overlooked
I was never a peg at all.
You tried to conform me
To not let me perform free
Well system you do not own me.
You tried to push out
Another mindless clone
Another mindless drone
Incapable of being original.
You tried
To make me reliant on you
Compliant with you
One more of the stagnant new youth.
I have bad news, System.
You failed.
I’m still smart.
I’m still unique.
I’m still creative.
I’m still here.
No longer yours,
Clio Thayer
This poem is about:
Me
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