And this is the way I listen to my music,
tapping my foot
against the leg of the table in the
pale light coming through the window,
behind the curtains,
while the rest of my class does what
they do;
all of us joined
together under the rule
of some man's vision of education,
one that entitles the person
assigned to this room
at this time,
our teacher,
to keep us here until a predetermined time
he owns the right to make us
use our time in a certain manner,
says the rules,
he owns the right, or rather, the power
I have the right,
the power,
to remain silent, says the rules
and so this is the way
I spend my fifth period class,
listening to music that
takes me away
to a space where I can think freely,
a place where I can express my thoughts in their
purest form
and learn about myself, because that is freedom,
and this is the way I am free.