"Eventually you will understand" , a phrase that I have heard at least a hundred times,
"Eventually you will bow down" , it's the winning argument,
"Eventually", a word describing my eminent doomed fate,
"Eventually", the word of ultimate torment.
Instead of engaging with me in this discourse,
They think about my life's ultimate course,
"Eventually", perhaps thinking about a future, 10 years down the line,
An ever changing mirage, as yet undefined.
They say it like it's the end,
As soon as I cross this bend,
It's like there is no choice to be made,
It's like without this, my future might fade.
It's a funny emotion I feel,
Every time they say, "Eventually," and expect me to heed,
Except they choose to ignore the look in my eyes,
A fire of rebellion burning bright.
Defying them has become a ritual,
I just want to show them that I own my future,
It's like committing the ultimate sin,
Wanting to be a strong woman is indeed a cardinal sin.
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Dystopia In My Little Utopia
Poetry"Within every dystopia, there's a little utopia." -Margaret Atwood A collection of poems, some from personal experience, some just feelings.
