I can't stand the thrum of them

constantly flash flooding the room again

with the sound of their dissappointments in the young generation 

we are meant to simply fix the world with their inspiration 

not knowing all I want is emancipation

to be free

to be me

to see whats beyond the sea

not to learn about your fucking morality 

and I need this class to get a fucking degree

and I need this class to be seen by society

to be seen as an actual human being

my worth is written in tests and my GPA 

my worth is made in their lack of interest and my need to stay

my worth is decided by them


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