DON’T WORK

You can’t pressure me

Into a damn thing.

Give me a hammer

I still might not swing.

Give me a mic, I still might not sing.

Your social standards

And insecurities have never been mine.

Take that to heart. I don’t need a paper

To tell me I’m smart.

I love being me. That’s why I’m free…

At every stop, and all the way down the line.

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