Tiles floors As if an elaborate game of chess Spiraled notebooks with lined paper As if the bars on our collective prison cell Mechanical pencils filled with lead As if loaded weaponry to face war Plastic chairs with metal screws As if the electric chair to melt our brains away Teachers and their ungodly stare As if guards keeping us complacent
They do it for the world, they say They do it to prepare us for life, they say They do it to help us grow and become smarter, they say But that's not the whole truth, not in the slightest They want to keep us in line They want to keep us in place They want to keep us silenced They want to make us the perfect human They want us to be perfect We were supposed to be perfect Perfect...
But we cant We cant do what they want us to We cant be their cookie cutter student Never with straight As Never with perfect manners Never with perfect behavior Never with their perfect emotions Because we can't
But we can be our own person With our own feelings With our own emotions With our own words With our own personalized strengths and weaknesses Because we can't be what they want What humanity wants But we can be human We can be ourselves
And we will be We will break and fall And we will crumble to the sea of woes But we shall rebuild our mighty kingdom Out of tear drops and wooden blocks And we will be human We will be us
A chain is only as strong as its weakest link, but we are all our own weakest link.