Contrary
i drove the wrong way on a
2-way street
and braked at all the green lights
sat in the corner in a circular room
sang at the top of my lungs
when the sign said
“no talking please”
i raced rocket missiles
in the slow zone
skipped every meeting slated
as mandatory
released all the things
labeled as classified
to the hordes of no clearance people
that live their lives online
i’m the reason for the rules
and i
break them every time
it’s in my nature
to swim against the tide
it’s written in my fabric
i’ve got
nothing to hide
i’m an open book
in a library of restricted tomes
i’m a tree falling in the forest
where no living thing roams
i’m the reason for the rules
and i
break them every time
08 March 2018
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I think as women, almost every space we're in is a "no talking please" space. This is something I generally reject and I really felt that active rejection, or resistance, in this poem <3.
I agree. Thank you. There is entirely too much pressure to conform, to "know thy place", to exist within a box. The hilarious flip side is how non-conformity also has its rules to be followed, which defeats the entire purpose of it!
I am with you there! Ways of being are so strange because I figure if you're being yourself - even if the status quo is what feels 100% natural to you-you're not conforming. But nobody knows your motives for acting how you are acting except for you.