What Society Does By Taking Our Freedom of Speech Until We're of Age

You're wrong.

I want to teach instead.

No.

Stop what you're saying.

Butt out.

Leave me be.

F-*% off.

Don't tell me what to do.

And I won't do the same to you.

 

Don't lie to me; I'll fight you; back up; I don't give a sh!7;

Worry 'boutchurself and stay right out of it.

 

Yes ma'am = Treat me like your equal, because I truely am.

 

You're beautiful 

I love you,

Hold my loving hand

Too bad you're a superior

Guess I can't be your man.

 

Stop lying to these kids

You don't even know the truth

If Shakespeare meant all that

Show me an ounce of proof.

 

Until I came of age,

My rights were out of place.

Because I wasn't regulation

I hadn't made the date.

 

See by your tyrrany

Your ruling

Your Jubilance-coated mask

I cannot say what I am born to write

Until I've completed the aging task.

 

The sad thing is that now

when I want to tell YOU the real truth,

You were never worth my time,

My silence is the proof.

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