Head in the clouds

Numbered Paper

Numbered Paper

You pin me with restrictions

 And call it freedom

 You drone in my ear

 And call it learning

 You dress me in your ill fitted clothes

 And call me an individual

 You sit me in your bricked rooms

 And call it open mindedness

 You shout at me orders

 And call for me to whisper

 You dirty me with your expectations

 And call it cleanliness

 You tell me I’m smart

 And call me stupid

 With your ink and your numbered paper