Life · Poetry

Wild Ones

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If you don’t like us
Then that seems like a personal
problem
Don’t mind us while we make our way through the system
Tryna find a sense of independence among the common
Can’t remember the last time someone told us we could
So we decided to tell ourselves we can
We need no approval
No set path to follow
What we’re suppose to do
Is whatever we want to do
Artist is not a word we care for
Humble beings doing what we do best
Being

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