Chained by Convention
Frustration to conform.
Bounded by the guidelines.
This is poetry.
That is merely words
scribbled on folder paper.
You call that
CREATIVITY?
You call that
ART?
You find yourself
PROUD?
But tell me this–
how can you judge?
How can you grade?
When kids pour out their hearts,
does that not deserve an A as well?
For going to their na`au.
For finding their pain
and expressing it
in any way they can.
How can you condemn
another’s truth
based on historic rules?
From The Na`au of A Mermaid 