Post by ScarletGhost on Feb 9, 2004 2:14:00 GMT -5
(Today) I Am You
Born of anger into a madness . Born into a rage of soul sadness
Society has labelled me . Sledging down a forceful blow
Demanding I conform and change . I will sway but I will not change
You dictate the words to print , what I eat and what I drink
You dictate the clothes I wear , the length and style of my hair
To be conformed and shaped into a younger version of you
This will not do
I am I I screamed
I am not you
Given to the ear marks of a well worn novel . Given to the rips
and tears of an academic text
Pages taped , damaged through the years of unnecessary education
Pictures marred and desecrated by the destructive creations of
boredom's ink
You dictate the words I print , what I read , what I think
You dictate the clothes I wear , the length and style of my hair
To be conformed and shaped into a younger version of you
This will not do
I am I I screamed
I am not you
Given to the time cards of a minimum wage station
Given to the grease pit of blue collar labours
Authority has labelled me . Sledging down a work force blow
Demanding conformity and change . I will sway but I will not change
You dictate the words I say , when I break , and when I play
You dictate the clothes I wear , the length and style of my hair
To be conformed and shaped into another version of you
This will not do
I am I I screamed
I am not you
Born out of anger into a madness . Born into a rage of soul sadness
Society has labelled me . Sledging down a forceful blow
Demanding I conform and change .
Today I sway ..... I change
You dictate the words to print . What they'll eat , what they'll drink
You dictate the clothes I wear , the length and style of my hair
To be conformed and shaped into the person you had always
wanted to see
I am not I
Today
I am you .
-march 20.1995-
Born of anger into a madness . Born into a rage of soul sadness
Society has labelled me . Sledging down a forceful blow
Demanding I conform and change . I will sway but I will not change
You dictate the words to print , what I eat and what I drink
You dictate the clothes I wear , the length and style of my hair
To be conformed and shaped into a younger version of you
This will not do
I am I I screamed
I am not you
Given to the ear marks of a well worn novel . Given to the rips
and tears of an academic text
Pages taped , damaged through the years of unnecessary education
Pictures marred and desecrated by the destructive creations of
boredom's ink
You dictate the words I print , what I read , what I think
You dictate the clothes I wear , the length and style of my hair
To be conformed and shaped into a younger version of you
This will not do
I am I I screamed
I am not you
Given to the time cards of a minimum wage station
Given to the grease pit of blue collar labours
Authority has labelled me . Sledging down a work force blow
Demanding conformity and change . I will sway but I will not change
You dictate the words I say , when I break , and when I play
You dictate the clothes I wear , the length and style of my hair
To be conformed and shaped into another version of you
This will not do
I am I I screamed
I am not you
Born out of anger into a madness . Born into a rage of soul sadness
Society has labelled me . Sledging down a forceful blow
Demanding I conform and change .
Today I sway ..... I change
You dictate the words to print . What they'll eat , what they'll drink
You dictate the clothes I wear , the length and style of my hair
To be conformed and shaped into the person you had always
wanted to see
I am not I
Today
I am you .
-march 20.1995-