Square World

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Square World

 

They said the Earth was square.

It was lines and planes and axis

and square.

It was cut off, divided in four,

and square.

The world is a box

A cube of wonder and light and life

and division.

The separation is what held mystery.

Maybe if we go to the edge of this square there will be

treasure, there will be riches, there will be the end of all life as we know it,

But we will never be equals.

Not in a square world.

 

No one listens to kids.

Kids are wrong, they are stupid,

they could never be better than adults.

They see a constellation of a man,

telling me to study

and learn its stars,

But how can I listen when nobody listens to me?

What can I learn when what you're telling me

is a man

is obviously a chicken.

But no one cares that what a kid says is right

It may not be scientific,

But what I see has a beak, and wings, and feathers

And is only noticed by the eyes of someone

who cares what it is

and what it could be.

 

So much depends upon

Skyscraper lights,

Flashing out in a world long gone.

Too late to save

Too late to salvage

Too late to right the wrongs of a society

in a square world,

with circle facades.

 

I’m sure my face is red right now,

and you're all wondering why.

It’s because I’m scared.

I’m scared of what you all think,

Silently judging me for the good

and bad.

I’m scared that I will never be good enough for the world

society has created for me.

I could sing for you, but I’m no good at that.

And I could dance for you,

but dancing is left to the silence

and solitude of my own room

alone

Because I’m scared of what people will think and say about me.

I could do whatever you told me to do,

but it wouldn't be me.

It would be the monster

slowly eating away inside of me,

trying to please everyone so they might like it.

Not me.

 

We should live in a world where kids are respected for what they

do

and who they are.

Not who their peers are.

We should listen to the skyscraper,

because nobody wants to be alone in a

cold, dead world.

We shouldn't care what others think.

We should do what we want,

and wear,

and be who we want to be.



We should live in a circle world.

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