Poem as I promised. Let me know what you think :D
The Anarchist's Creed
The hustle, the bustle,
the light windy rustle,
school's here,
gathering its children
in hungry arms,
expectant of the new possibilities.
A fighter,
a rebel,
she's not gonna let it
take her away
from her comfort circles.
Too much to process,
all in a rush,
an excitement,
explosion,
a happy outburst.
Seperate but equal,
a divided nation,
she was found
but now lost,
not the way things should go.
In one breathless second,
the atomic world fused,
bridges quickly assembled,
boundaries crossed with ease,
free as birds
and no less flighty.
Point A and Point B
make up Point C,
C,
that magical, wonderful place.
A final destination,
cloud city,
floating on the wisps of the sky.
People come and go,
so did she,
and go she did.
Vowing never to leave,
connected to the heavens,
fate would have her ripped away
from a celestial family.
I may speak in tangents,
rambling with no end in sight,
but that girl, the rebel,
she,
she still lingers,
dust in the universe,
a star in the night.
Institutions won't hold her,
the slippery thing,
heavy bricks of knowledge
never forced to be carried.
So try as they might,
that school won't get everyone,
because that girl,
slipping softly away in the moonlight,
is me.
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