Release from this cage that has me bound/
Where doorbells ring but no one ever welcomes
you/
Where teachers teach but never listen/
Release me from this cage, this institution
that kills you if you fall out of line, that single file that distinguishes the
strong from the weak/
Where if you speak, they only hear who's
speaking louder, who memorizes the best, they are smarter/
Where difference is not unique but a sickness
that is contagious unless it is corrected/
My escape is through the route of my genius,
which has not been taught what or how to think but it is oblivious and only
knows how to seek beauty, and it creates beauty where there is none/
For in an institution there is none until you
step outside...
© 2012 Holly O'Brien
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