We are born
But even before we are
We are taught
To deviate from the true way
To be put into boxes
Smaller than the cradle
Where we squirm our body
To find the our space,
But we never do.
Then the edges are cut like jellies
To perfectly fit the frame
Round here, ‘round there
But after the bone-cutting hard work,
The picture looks awkward,
With perfect smile and sad eyes.
Something’s not right
There's one thing missing-
You?
We are born the natural, natural way
But things don’t stay that way
The books tell us to change
But the glances shudder us from
Following our heart
The voices say, “books are virtuous”
But the guts stand in front of the iron
gate
Then, we take our lifetime
To break out of the box
And live the already-meant-to-be,
The natural, natural way.
