You try to force me.
I will resist.
I am strong.
you may beat and shove me.
Try to cram your ideals into my mind.
Tell me what to do.
Why I am here
and
where I'm going.
But I will not
be persuaded
to stop thinking for myself.
These ideas
are mine.
Unadulterated and pure.
The strength of my will,
will stand up to a thousand arrows
tipped with red-hot arguments.
Fierce! Abbi I love this poem.
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