You want me to walk,

In a herd,

Conform,

Even in nonconformity.

This tells me,

Even freedom is not free.

You want to program me.

You want me to colour my face,

Negate my identity,

You want a mindless herd,

So only you will be heard.

To conform,

In black and white.

Same mindless masses

Similar painted faces

But no

I shall not conform,

Even in nonconformity,

I shall colour me.

This life is mine,

Your attitude,

Their lassitude,

You want gratitude?

For telling me,

How I may think,
What I may speak,

Or what I may see?

I have a heart,

I have a soul,

I have a mind.

Which will not allow you,

To ever control me,

Yes I shall,

Colour me,

In my own hues,

Even amidst,

All of you’s…

I’ll be uniquely me.

I will not conform,

Even in nonconformity!

You know something,

Even freedom is not free.