I Am Not Yours
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You bred me
As a child of imagination and intellect.
You fed me half-baked expectations
Slathered in cookie-cutter dreams.
Malnourished by your monotonous instruction,
I sniffed out the world for myself,
Tussled in the mud,
Gleaned every morsel of genuine experience.
As I grew,
So did my boundaries—
Your “high achiever” now attacks the System,
Plotting to decapitate its monstrous head
And strip it of insidious venom,
Brandishing the sword you provided.
I will slay the dragon
That you did not—
I will conquer your generation
Even if history repeats
And the future swallows itself.
Your ladders don’t reach,
Your books don’t teach,
Your cars don’t travel,
Your ears don’t listen.
I dare you to disregard the volatile fluids
Pumped by my heart—
You have constructed me,
But I am not yours.