Poetry by Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

Sometimes people expect you to play a role they’ve already written for you. A role shaped by their fears, their politics, or their idea of what loyalty should look like.

This poem is about refusing that script.

— Rowan Evans

Refusing the Script
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I feel I lost my voice
in a way,
put pen to page,
learned the cost to say—
translating rage,
when writing
came to stay.

Breaking bars
on the mental cage,
so I could escape.
I’m no actor—
I don’t perform,
but life’s a stage.

I can hear
your expectations,
the way you
judge from fear—
and manipulation.
You see,
I’ve dwelled within
emotion.

You can’t twist my thoughts,
to change my view,
set in stone, not glass—
solid, not see-through.

I’m no actor—
I won’t perform
for your applause.
I won’t play my part,
won’t fall in line.
Won’t pledge allegiance,
show no hollow pride.
And you simply
cannot convince me,
to see no value
in a human life.

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