No

by SHYANNE BROOKS
​Staff writer

“No!” I scream at the unwavering swarm
I’m tired of society telling me what is enough
What if I want to be something more
So what if my life might be a little rough
That is my choice and consequences to endure
The world isn’t always gruff
And their actions almost never pure
Why should society tell me which dreams to snuff
why should the world tell me my cure
How to be beautiful in my own skin and don’t scruff
To be beautiful in the world's eyes they adjure
Why should society become my judge