Childishness

If I listen to you, It's only fair that you'll listen to me, too Ignore me, again, Neither the first nor the last time Ignoring me and mine Our voices and friends Will you listen to me? To my voice and speech? The patterns of vocalizations made Into beauty and into serenades? I'm listening to you as you make sounds I try to pay attention, try not to look around So why do you hide when I talk? When I ask questions, why do you balk? When I appear, Why does the world disappear? What is the point of keeping me with you If not to answer my questions directed at you If not to make me into an adult Then to hold me back from everything I value? Isn't freedom worth rebelling for? Isn't expression worth dying for? Isn't tyranny worth destroying for the good of all? Weren't the French peasants ignored? Wasn't rock and roll banned from the radio? Wasn't Atilla the Hun deadly bored? Why are you ignoring me? Why are you suppressing me? Why am I a child when I pay adult prices at the theatre? When I talk like you do - with better grammar? Why am I supposed to look childish, And behave like a Nun inflicted with happiness? But you're ignoring me again, I know it - I have to find it out on my own again

ahh, yes, the joys of being an intellectual, precocious, outspoken female in an insular, conservative community.

. **jstop