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Boxed Stock One's formation comes from the meld and bond of his encirclement Once flexible form, has been forced into a box of sharp ridged corners poking edge to edge Making cookie cutter molds of people Unmovable, baked to hold position Lastly labeled: color, sex, age, religion Used as such, rarely deterred from the marks Bought before birth, then stocked and sold on the exchange of labor versus money |
This Poem was Critiqued By: DeniMari Z. On Date: 2011-07-02 18:42:24
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Good poem Dellena with a message for everyone to heed. We are not "clones" we are all
individual human beings and forcing "ideas" are going to alter the way we think.
Personally I like to color out of the lines, I agree some boundaries must be set-
but strict set in stone rules of life confuse me -
Thank you for posting - a pleasure to read.
Love the title - in a box is where most of us have to be.
blessings,
Deni