When I started reacherching communism in grade 10, something inside of me sparked...
I don't know what it was-the feeling inside of me
part of it was rebellion-wanting to be my own man
and damnet I was!
I didn't care what anyone thought, who knew (not my parents, people at the hobby store, no one!) I learned russian, got an authentic russian jacket, joined the canadian communist party
now that I actually look back on it-it wasn't about what it was-could have been anything
it was the control I had over myself!
It gave me something to be, something to have
and I knew all about it so to argue
I miss feeling that power of having a beleif, a drive in life...
I guess I miss being a communist
Whoa! I did the same thing, except I was in ninth grade, I didn't learn Russian and I almost ran away with a Canadian communist pedophile. Er. Uh.