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Pretty Little Box

why is everyone
so wrapped up
in pink and blue boxes?
walking around with fake smiles
they're bionic
pre-programmed with what to do and say
complementing one another
though they don't even like each other
staying in relationships
having partners they don't really know
and baking cookies
for kids
they never really wanted
I see that invisible tear
through a phony baloney expression
guess I get it
can't turn back time
to when the condom broke
I'm built differently though
maybe too woke
not at all like these Barbies and Kens
to aware
of the crumbling world surrounding
racist people flaying Trump flags
because it's not cool
to wave the confederate flag anymore
pretending their hatred is righteous
that's a level of ignorance
I wish to never be a part of
I'm angry at suppression
so I say a few bad words
they act like my pain doesn't exist
not surprising
we expirence 9/11 every day
and it doesn't seem to faze
because it would interrupt their fantasy
where only colored people are terrifying
they don't want to think
that maybe their neighbors could kill
with a simple sneeze and hand shake
I'm sure I lost you by now
but I can't simply accept
we all make choices
and I don't wish to have blood on my hands
I've seen too much
and expirenced too much
to act like it's all about myself
I wouldn't know how
to even get wrapped up
in a pretty little box