Eighteen couldn’t of been more abrupt.
I said what I said and you know what I mean.
I know my friends aren’t green, but I know
my geography. I’d rather die with my passion
instead of dying in an orderly fashion.
People will rain with the words of “go here,”
“that’s expensive,” “What are you doing,”
“What School?,” “That’s not easy.”
I’ll rain in vain as I may. You heard what I say.
I won’t sway or fray, I know my
geography. Oh, you’ll see.
Oh, you’ll see. No current will
defeat me. Oh, you’ll see.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.