14
Oct
I refuse
..to be boxed.
Oh, you are brown
let’s place you here
with the browns.
The corner
works great for your long legs
Can stretch yourself
along with daddy long legs.
You sing?
Beautiful.
Just the perfect little level
A fine part of the chorus you’d make.
It’s convenient
Am sure.
To stay the beaten path.
To not make the effort.
To pay attention to me.
A protest
A scream
Invisible and silent
Hidden behind a window
Serving little purpose.
I am me.
I will always be.
What is that you say?
Weird?
I prefer Unique.
Strange?
I still prefer Unique.
I refuse
To be boxed.
I can stay alone
I can’t be made a clone
I could remain unknown
I refuse
To be boxed.
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