Note: Not entirely sure if this is a poem...(2018)

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Sometimes I just want to drag my arms

and not care what other people say or think—

they can't tell me what to do or what's right or wrong.

Let me be my own judge and decide my own fate

whether to go to jail for five years or ten years or for life.

If I ever stray from the crowd,

and threaten the flow of the world,

a little monkey wrench thrown into the cogwheels

to make the train derail that everyone tries to retrieve,

to stop from making everything crumble around them.

They try to bring me back—the monkey wrench—to where I belong,

no, where they think I belong.

Heck with you all! Oh, heck with you!

Just leave me be me and drag my arms or crash the system.

Let me resist the norm once in a blue moon, for goodness sake.

I need to do it for me and you need someone to do it for you,

because you are all too afraid to resist a stereotype or derail from your tracks,

I'll do it for you if you'll let me.

No, I will do it even if you tie me up in a straight jacket and hide me away in an asylum,

I'll break free from my chains and crash the system

because we all need that breath of fresh air.

I'm going to drag my arms and not care what others say or think—

not now at least.

I'll care again, maybe tomorrow,

if I ever feel like returning to a stereotype

or the tracks laid before me by ancient people that don't care about our future.

Let me be the first to carve my own tracks in the metal,

and if you ever feel courageous enough, you can follow in my footsteps

and be my partner in crime as we crash the system, us monkey wrenches.

We'll destroy this nonsense, these cogwheels.

We'll bring change, and no one can stop us.