OBEY

If my walls had ears, they would hear me talking, yelling, and giving orders. They would hear my voice echo, but they would not hear a response from anyone besides me, because truly I would be talking to myself. I feel like a minion when I leave my house. At work, my boss tells me what to do, If I don't do it, I might be fired. I fear for my job, so I do it, whether or not I want to. Inside the city, the police, the laws, they all tell me what to do, I have to do it if I do not want to get arrested. On the compound, my landlord tells me what to do, if I do not do it, I might get evicted from the apartment. I am always being told what to do. I always obey. But, within the four walls of my apartment, I take advantage of the soundproof walls, to have a taste of what being a boss feels like. I sit on the chair, I act like my boss, I order the tables to bring the files, I order the basket to print the papers, I yell at the television for coming late to work. I feel what it feels like to be the boss, I feel what it feels like to be the law, the police, the landlord, or anyone else giving orders. If my walls had ears, they would hear me talking to, giving orders to, and yelling at, someone or something that never responds. They would hear my rebellion against being a minion, and existing solely to obey.