It’s only School

It's only School

We are afraid of freedom,
of newness, of unpredictability
of owning the lives that we have been given.

So we dress ourselves everyday,
properly readying our children
for the soul-crushing, harrowing
too many hours of well presented bullsh*t,
the remnants of the suffering that we choked on.
No one knew better.
No one knows better.

What else kills our creativity
if not routine?

We give hours, days, years
of our lives,
pacifying the defiance
threatening to burst out of our chests,
smouldering the fire in our hearts,
reducing it to the dull, lulling
miserable noise that dictates our existence.

Our friends lose their minds,
end their lives,
forget who they are
for the approval that only ink and paper
can provide.

Why isn’t anyone saying anything?

But we sit here,
losing all our remaining individuality
for grades,
for jobs,
for comfort.

Our instincts probably have a few protests,
but we wake up every other weekday,
to dutifully iron our prison uniforms.

We serve our sentences
and join the rest of the world,
slaving away, rotting behind a desk
with no one to tell us that we got played.
Society never keeps its promises.

Our friends went nuts for nothing,
died for nothing.
It was only school.

It’s only school.

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  1. And when I choose to be free,
    The day after reckoning,
    Reckoning in their terms,
    I shamed.
    Shamed for the people.
    For they shamed for me,
    Thinking I lost.

    Nice piece sweetie.

  2. Salute the ink magician
    This is a beautiful piece
    Nothing kills creativity like routine
    School in general is messed up but in Nigeria we’re served a hot dose of crap…. Our curriculum is made of steel and concrete making it difficult to think outside the box.
    Society craves the certificate
    So we do all we a to fit society’s standard of cool
    Even if it does suffocate
    But hey…. Its just school!

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