Will not…cannot…ok…fine
By, Sarah Gray
I will not surrender
To an easily won fight
Will not come home
Till the middle of the night
I will not apologize for destroying
An easily fixed vase
I will not give up the chance
To punch someone in the face
I will not go back to places
Where I did not like before
I will simply kick and scream
On the filthy, dirty floor.
I will not wear white,
When I want to wear red
And no one can tell me
When to go to bed.
I will not ride the water rides
While I'm wearing nice clothes
I will save them for the runway
And I will strike a pose.
I guess I can try
To do a few of these.
But now way am
I saying bless you
After somebody else has sneezed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
rebel.... in a child...or a child....still lurking in a rebel.... lovely....