Monarchy

Your future is bright, your future is sure.
You are tomorrow’s leaders.
You are the innovators of the future.
You are the prestige; the cream of the crop.
I’ve heard this every day for seven years.

Is it true Miss? Is it true?
How shall I understand brightness if there are no windows now?
How shall I lead if I’ve lived my life following you?
How shall I be sure when your actions make me question everything?
How shall I innovate if you tell me what to think?
How shall I be humble if you tell me I’m better than them?
I beg to differ.

Hypocrisy is the way of life within these walls.
Hypocrisy and lies govern your actions.
How shall a bad tree bear good fruit?
You have told me to never forget that you gave me all I have.
You have told me to never forget that you made me who I am.
Is this another thing I’m supposed to believe blindly?
I do not see your fingerprints on my mind
Nor my words.
I don’t see you carving my face or shaping my bones.

I see your fingerprints on my throat.
You try to squeeze the life out of me.
You try to lock my mind in your little jewellery box.
You try to poke me hoping I have buttons.

I dare not stay silent for I see good in what you say.
And though you do not wish me well,
I shall be Wilberforce to the Queen.

It is about time someone spoke and told you that this is a school;
Not a monarchy!