"Teacher what good deed must I do ?"
“The One Who Talked" They say I talk too much — im too loud, too quick, too rough. Told me to hush, to sit, to shrink, but I was built to push, not think small, let them talk at all or blink. They labeled me “extra,” called me “a case,” Neuroed ADHD — like I needed a brace. As my mind don’t stall, it runs full cue, racing past rules they never thought through. I talk too much? Damn right, I do. ‘Cause the world don’t change from the quieted few. I flipped that flaw into policy gold, spoke for the silenced, the cast-out,I am quite litrally that bold. You told me I was crazy in psycohosis? Boys that was my fuel. Your rules .gov? I studied. Your silence? I schooled. Told me to sit — as I stood on the chair. Said I was cocky — I didn’t see you there why would I care. I was loud 'cause I had to be. Carried heat like a courtroom plea. I wasn’t built for a dainty seat — I was carved from the truth of "like unto fine brass, as if they burned in a furnace" as untame...
