Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn (Day 6)

Where will you look to go?
What exactly will you do?
- Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn
- And I sure as hell won't go where you push me.

Seems to me that my life post-education
has mostly been
a string of un-supportive women;
oh their gender has bugger all to do with it,
Or does it?,
who just don't get me
And seem to treat me
more like a machine than man;
seeing me as simply something to fill a slot
and not caring about my feelings and dreams.

Well they can take their down-nose views
and expectations
of a robotic man
and quite frankly,
Fuck Off.
I am a man who actually can feel and sense,
thank you very much;
I have a heart and its more than just a bloody muscle in my chest
I have a mind that taps into an otherworldy instinct
I have a brain and can quite easily emphasize
I have a soul and it seeks to swim and soar,
My existence should not have to validate itself
or answer to whatever the hell you think.

So if you will not help me find my path
then remove yourself from my journey
and do not seek to hinder my movements
because still waters run deep
and when stuck in a rut that is stagnant
rather than just suck it up
I tend to become a Maelstrom
that will either cast you to be gone to the winds
or better yet
bring me Zephyrous wings so that I may be free like Icarus,
though no doubt you'd only focus on the hubris and failure
ignorant of glory of the Sun
and my ecstasy in such a setting.