A poem about living life on my own terms and proving that I am not as ignorant as thought. |
-Miseducation- by Keaton Foster I don’t know Unsure Within clarity’s glare I wanna go anywhere But here I still have a choice A right to decide This life is mine Certainly Without doubt Beyond any question It has been shaped by you At least for a time Forced in many terrible ways What a monument of shame Built by your hands Bled by mine No longer can that be the case Your miseducation of me Has failed I am not ignorant If anything I am acutely attune I know all too well Life, what a brutal hell Living, only a beginning The end, everything Not the end of breath But the end of what we Are willing to accept I will become my own being I will decide how to breathe Each beat of my precious heart Will be contingent upon choice No longer a conditioned response Once I am without question free I will scream Hear me world of lessons Such a miseducation Has been forsaken Never again Will I be a lemming I am smarter than allowed I know what I must do And all of the other ways I must fight to refuse Paramount is any idea That comes from the source Of my own mind and not All of the terrible lessons enshrined I will be free, whatever it will mean Your miseducation of me Has not left me as stupid as dreamed Smarter still, I will always persist This life and the right to live it Will be a decision that I alone make Such a decision will be based off An increasing lack of ignorance… Miseducation Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |