Am I not a man? Am I not allowed my imperfections? My simple needs. My voracious wants. Shall I camouflage my desires Behind closed doors? Do I set boundaries Only to violate them? Am I not given to trumpet my victories And disguise my failures? Do I not tout the greatness of me While minimizing others? Why should I not be me? Is my countenance so wickedly unsuitable That I must hide in your pantry Amongst the other boxes...
“It’s just a piece of material, what’s the big fuss?” That line right there just incited a riot. A huge debate happened first, of course. “It’s not the flag, it’s what it represents!” said one man. “It’s our freedom!” said an elderly woman. “How dare you insult our flag! By doing that, you’re insulting our nation!” said another. The person of the original phrase, let’s call him Steve, was puzzled. He just didn’t understan...
