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Why
I am so sick
Of people
Telling me what
To do.
I don't want to listen.
Stop talking.
I will not listen.
I'm sick of people
Telling me
How to sort the laundry,
When to clear my things off the table,
When to clean my room,
How to manage my time.
I'm just so sick of it all.
So sick of people
Assuming
What I do and don't
Know.
Sick of them telling me
Why to sort laundry
(obviously so the dyes don't mix),
Telling me a stupid story
About a girl that got molested
Then explaining to me
What molesting is
(I'm sixteen-
obviously I already know),
Telling me stupid things
And asking stupid questions
That will obviously never matter.
I'm just so sick of it.
Instead,
Can't you please
Just teach me Latin?
Can't you please
Tell me why we aren't taking action
In Darfur?
Can't you please
Explain to me how everything
Came to be,
How we got here
And why?
Why,
Why,
Why...
I'm so sick of everything.
I don't want to deal with these
Stupid nuisances every day.
I just want to know why,
I just want to understand it all,
Understand this whole big picture...
Please just make everything make some sense again...
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I can understand that
I can understand that feeling. Sometimes people ask the most unnecessary things, tell you things that don't matter, and make assumptions about what you know and don't know, and when you ask them about something that does matter, they have nothing to say.
What's great about this
What's great about this piece is the way in which you quietly shift from
the more immediate, everyday kinds of observations to images which address more "global" concerns. The anguish on the writer's part is quite clear, but the issues and the tone of the piece retain an even emotional keel. This is hard to do, as I am sure you know. You have done it quite well
here.
Reuben Jackson