Just Do It Poem by I.J. Benjamin

you might think you're
free,
but you're not

from the second you're
born
they own you, and they lure
you to join their lot

and then
when you are about
sixteen,
filled with hormones
you get a choice:

you can say
hey, look at me and
take off all your clothes
(preferrebly in a quiet place,
like at a school, when you sit
the exams)

and then run, real fast
and suddenly those back
streets will come alight
and park benches will
feel
just
fine

they must