Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Structured World

Tired past tired,
All has been given.
It is time to rest.
The class has begun.

Smothered by mountains
     of colored worksheets,
Constricted by ponderous schedules,
I struggle to free myself
     from this oppressively, complex world.

A world where questioning is
taught in 32 complicated, labeled steps.

A world where worth is measured
by the ability to grasp verbal details
and quickly insert them on the proper line.

A world where obedience,
      and conformity are required
and passive stillness is rewarded.

A world where thinking,
     like a dangerous beast,
is safety tamed into prescribed patterns.

A world where I don’t belong.

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