Accept the designated role,
If you do, life will be peaceful,
Heed the words of those who know best,
In doing so, your life will be blest.
Overlooking, one key factor,
Perhaps it does not matter,
Those who cut you off at the knees,
Gifted your crutches, if you please.
Dependent, grateful and loving,
Life on your own terms, undeserving,
Lost lamb, in dire need of guidance,
Helpless, despite your intelligence.
Carve out your own existence?
Why this need for resistance?
Please don’t be selfish,
Thinking only about your own wish.
Don’t rock the boat,
No one will get hurt,
Submit your heart and mind,
A bright future you will find.
Hush now, there’s no need to be silly,
Think of how it’ll affect everybody,
Give up on this ridiculous fantasy,
You’ll never be good enough, seriously.
Cover image by cottonbro / Pexels. The copyright of ‘Crutches’ belongs to Reshma Clare Stanislaus.