A poem that I wrote once.
Originally in my native language, so the poem might sound odd sometimes and some stuff might be lost in translation.
It didn't have any title at first, so I gave it a title that I thought would fit.
It is kind of based on when I was a child and went to school.
I Got No Choice
It's raining outside the school
but me and other pupils are forced to go outside
"You need to get some fresh air" they tell us
Got no other choice than to listen
The teachers are smarter than us.
that is why we learn.
I get wet and have no umbrella
The boys are teasing me
but that is my own fault
My anger issues and my disorder
are tempting their Y-chromosomes
Y why? I don't know why
Jeg ved ikke hvorfor
1 plus 2 is 3
After Y is Z
Y-chromosomes are tiny
tiny like boy brains
I got no choice
in the school by the river and the prune tree
