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I, like Joan was burnt at the stakeYou see we made the same mistake
To start thinking for ourselves And vehemently refusing to be shelved And mutedSo we donned our armour And refuted
the status quoWhich led to our woesAccusatory labelling us ho's
Which is modern day slang for slutA misogynists attempt to mame and cutUs gifted few down to sizeThat sadly was the best they could devise
How wrong they wereWe were virgins, purest of the pureOur virgin concepts and unprejudiced epiphaniesNot yet raped of agency and factual analysis
we took their slander in our strideMustered up our infallible pride
Wiped the sweat off our brow then fought, instead of bowTo apathy and congenititive lethargy we stood opposingwhilst exposingBlind conformitywe indeed were rarities.
Saint Joan and I And I'll explain to you simply whyMaslow deduced it's easier to accept a lieThan change ones behavioural traits
so quickly core morals and rationality dissipate
Ultimately all humans want is harmonyBetween our beliefs - actions and
So It's lonely on the battlefield fighting for truthThe dullard masses insist on a proofEven if one knows they wrote their algorithm With unfaultable genius and precision
"Trust me I know Its right " I scream"You're just too stupid to comprehend a complex theme"
So I ended up tied to a stake of woodBurned for being too intelligent for my own good
Great !! So True. Battle-on.Good soul.
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All I know is my truth and at 16 I was in a substance induced psychosis...and I got this
Have you ever been so aware of you self that you felt like you've lost your self?