I arrived from the monotony and found my own.
Yet the me I knew was ground down to a grain and distributed through books and so-called critical thinkers.
All around surrounds the shouts of gender and ***
while the criers plan their bouts of benders and *** and I think...
I'm paying too much for this.
So begone, abscond with your pre-perscribed fate.
I am a warrior in my own right.