In a box
Constrain the four corners
Of who I am
What they can’t understand
Is I don’t fit
In a box
But that doesn’t stop
Other people trying
Every which way the can
To stuff me
In a box
I’d rather ride the waves
Of infinite possibilities
Exploring more realities
Than live
In a box
If I think as small
As they want me to think
I’ll be small enough
To fit
In a box
But that’s not for me
I guess some people
Are happy to live
In a
Predictable
Small
Box
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Everyone wants to slot us, label us. We too are at times guilty of that.
Some live out of it and a few do not conform. Maybe that is too like putting in a box!
Who knows?
Hi Gautami,
My sometimes cries out for me to be who I want to be, and sometimes it seems the more I try to be who I am, the harder people try to put me back in the box! Sometimes I wonder is it worth the fight to stay out of the box. It certainly would be a whole lot easier to stay in the box.
Peace,
Clay
nicely done clay.
i hear you.
Come by the blog and pick up your piece of eight or you shall find yourself wlaking the plank.
~Becky
I’m feelin’ it.
People do often try to subject us to their image of what they feel we should be. I danced it high school, and people thought I was a dancer. I’m like, “No, I just did it because you all liked it, and I needed the dance grade anyway.� I am a writer at heart, and people looked at me like I was crazy when I told them this, though they loved my poetry.
This poem hits home, and I’ll be sure to visit back more often. Thanks for helping me build with you, homie. LOL.
– Trew Life