My own afflatus, my inspiration
My own ambition, my aspirations
Are lost in this plutocracy,
This capitalist dystopia of debt
And indentured servitude of the mind.
How I long to free myself of the stentorian bellowings
Of those for my own good that do bellow,
Of those for my own good that do bestow upon me,
The preachings of their own self interest,
Parading as an interest of mine.
Oppression builds on me,
Institutionalized,
Marginalized,
Established,
Oppression.
I am the instability,
That comes with stability.
I am the female,
Who never knew her voice as one not to be spoken.
I am the queer,
Of which my path in life may lead to a dead end in matrimony.
This endless reaching,
This boundless abyss,
Who is there to blame,
When it is an institution that sours my name?
