I beat 'that's who I am' out just for you.
You beat 'listen to me' into me.
You killed me, you entered me, you possessed two bodies.
My snuffed-out soul floated from atop.
Looking down in pity, sadness filling its desolate cold self.
Until it got fed up and went against the norm, against principles
And forcefully called back its flesh on it.
And so I awoke, without you, without having to ever feel you.
I'll never give my body out again.
No! Not after 'that's who I am' had forgiven me for beating it up.
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REBEL!
PoetryIt's about opposing what's popular, but untrue, this I call mature foolishness. what's widely accepted but inhumane, what's 'Government' but oppression! A rebel must learn and unlearn, a rebel doesn't backtrack. Being a rebel comes with a heart of...
