We Will Not Bow Poem by Kelsi Pope

I'm tired of you
always telling us what to do.
We are not your slaves.
You are not our king.

Don't tell us what to do.
Because it's your own personal entertainment.
Don't expect us to bow down.
To give you respect,
that you haven't earned.
Especially when you've never given it.

So I say,
to hell with your rules
and commands.
With your fancy phones
and prada bags.

We don't need this.
We don't need directions
on where we're going.
We'll know when we arrive.
We're unique individuals,
with an identical purpose.

To tell you,
go do it yourself.
We no longer cower
at the sight of you.
We stand tall.

Becasue now it's your turn
to bow down to us.