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The Loud Son Manifesto

By Now, Society

 

By now, society, we should be talking

not whispering around the edges of my name

 

You should be learning my shape

not arguing with my shadow

 

You should be accepting your loud son

the one who does not fit quietly into rooms

the one who arrives like weather

uncontained

untranslated

 

Society, who are you

to grab me firmly

to fasten my tie with harshness

and throw me to the feet of corporate giants

to be devoured

 

With you, there is no joy

only perfection

and performance

 

You gift your infants

cold steel bars

and numbers in place of warmth

teaching them early

to trade being alive

for being approved

 

I was not made for your silence

nor your submission

nor your design

 

I am not your product

not your performance

not your perfection

 

I am the voice you tried to refine

and I remain uncontained

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