Colorful thoughts swirl in my head
Connecting to others with
A million pin-pricks
Connecting the hitherto unconnected.
So, with the valid proof provided,
Is my differing opinion really that wrong?
This isn’t math.
(Although math is starting to look like English.
You know you’re in trouble when
An equation holds more letters than numbers
And you still have to solve for x.)
There’s no wrong answer.
So how, praytell, is my opinion wrong,
But your opinion right?
Is there something I don’t know?
Did you sit down for tea with Joseph Conrad?
Ask him to tell
His motivations, techniques,
All the themes and symbols and motifs
You’re so confidently purveying to the class?
I didn’t think so.
What’s the problem with the other side?
Are you trying to prepare me to think for myself—
See my own opinions and build on them
To create my own, unique vision of the world—
Or should I be trying to think like others?
Put myself in your head
And guess what I should say
To appease you and your ideals.
Thinking inside another’s box
Isn’t what you had in mind
When you said to “be creative”
But that’s what I’ve been taught.
And I never break the rules.