the inner brat...

In the times one feels the weight of discrimination and disapproval, it only serves to shrink the already small individual to a lilliputian dwarf. Any smaller and it could eventually be taken into comparison with an atom. The onus of such condemning fault is and can be no one's but for oneself to bear.

The evil twin would and could often rebutt that one is and should be only accountable to oneself, the goody two shoes would undeniably counter that argument with one's must and must nots, should and should nots, do and do nots, and all that is associated with social responsibility. Perpetual heavy taxation from such tedious duty oft turns into bitter affliction.

If there were to be a choice, frankly think that no one would want to be enceinte with such a concern given the life time commitment it entails. Unfortunately, this existing world's modus operandi has its head and foot cemented in network.

In view of that, there really is no other alternative but to keep mum. Years of stern lecturing and fastidious tutelage has ingrained that mannerism into my system without a doubt, so much it seems that am no different from the imprisoned nightingale that lost its voice.

Nonetheless, the inner brat is adamant about getting that one way, and repudiating against being tamed. Out of tune and context as it may sound, it is my entry and i'll cry if i want to, cry if i want to, cry if i want to. You would cry too, if it happened to you; however, note that there is the absence of a tear in the eye for the saltwater dam has dried up eons ago. So, in the midst of the obscene vociferation...