Changing the Stereo

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by AnnVie131

by AnnVie131

My thoughts are crowding the surface now,
Fighting for air to breathe,
To live,
To grow,
To spread.
My thoughts?
No.
They're not mine.
I did not form these
On my own.
They were yours.
But you infected me,
With these thoughts
Like poison.

They're the whispers
In the villainy of society.
The creeping quiet suppressors
That hold back equality
That harbour ignorance
And feast on it.

Stupid thoughts.
Stupid thoughts.
Stupid thoughts.
Get out of my head!
Get out.
Get out.
Get out!

I cannot stand these
Should be's.
The hiding away from
What would people think.
It is not a life I will continue,
A path I want to walk.

I will not look at my life
As a burden
Because of my gender
Or because of your caste.
I will not think of myself as lesser than
Just because I am told to.
I will not accept these
Painted lines
That are supposed to describe
Who I am
And what I am
And what I do.
I will not,
Anymore.