study is this what They want us to do? Do they expect us to bend our heads Like good little girls and STUDY?
Do they expect us to have flying colours AND get into college AND get into university AND get a good job? Yes, they do.
What do we do? Be like good little girls or REBEL? If we don't obey what would happen? Nothing much.
Under someone's thumb For Too Long. Can't resist even If we want to. Are we weaklings? Yes, Ma'am. No, Sir. Thank you very much.
So we obey, So we be good girls, So we study, And suffer silently. Bottling everything up, Till it spills out, Explodes, And out flows long-hidden Secrets and Grudges.
And they think us crazy. Crazy world. Silly pressure. But they are all there, And we are all here. Do we tolerate? Do we take this lying down? Yes. Sigh. Don't mind me. I know not what I speak. But do you?
chiiyo's comments :
*smile* I remember this poem well... this was what I consider my first real poem, written back in early 1999. My poems back then were all long in length and short in breath... and rather varying in depth. This particular one was angry in tone too. You can definitely see a big difference between my writing style then and now. I just don't feel that kind of high intensity irritance anymore. Neither do I feel the same way about studying anymore. Some of my old resentment about the basic flaws of the system still haunt me, but on the whole, my outlook on studying has definitely changed quite a bit these four years that have passed...