Try being a writer in my time
Everything is a contradiction offensive
And nothing can rhyme
Try being a writer in my time
The sky can't be blue because
Why not green
Or even red
poetry is dead

Creativity is close behind
Take your personal thoughts
Take them and hide
Don't be different
Don't you dare
Nobody listens
Nobody cares

Try to be a writer in my time
Just know
It doesn't matter if it's about what you like
Or if it took sacrifice
Not it
Not she
Not that
Not he
Her
Or even him
Try to be a writer in my time
It's all about them