They want to
Box me in
They want to
Put me in a cage
And throw away
The key
But I cannot
Be defined
I am strong
I am weak
I am proud
I am humble
I am tough
I am soft
This poem is for all the kids
You where told you have
To be a certain way
In order to be accepted or loved
I still struggle to this day
Not knowing what I want
To do with my life
But I say so what
If there's a a lot
Of commas and hyphens
In front of my name
A poet, a teacher
A politician, a leader
A skeptic, a beliver
Third eye, preceiver
Gift giver, receiver
A worker, achiever
Box me in
Box me in
They want to
Box me in
Box me in
They want to
Box me in
Box me in
I'm a poet by day
A politician by night
A leader by sunrise
A smart-ass by midday
A funny one by sunset
And the cycle repeats
Over and over
My freedom is not free
For I feel restricted
Wishing that I could
Climb these trees
And be a bird
Flying wherever I wanted
Whenever I wanted
Feeling pulled in multiple
Directions
Left and right
Right and left
I see people
Coming after me
Box me in
Box me in
They want to
Box me in
Box me in
They want to
Box me in
Box me in
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A Journey Through My Soul
PoesíaThis is a collection of short poems I wrote. Please be aware that some contain sexual content, and as well as descriptions of depression that might trigger some people .
