The Box

There's a box everyone is given

From the moment somebody's born to the moment he dies

In that box he is commanded to fit in

It's a box with walls made of magazine photos and "self-improvement" guides

Articles telling your ferocious heart your life is wrong

The box has a lid of telvions shows

That tell your infinite soul you are nothing more than your face

The box is made of limited expectations

That only ask you to go so far and won't allow you to stretch farther

But I refuse to be fed the box's lies

I will not be defined by the box

I will not swallow it's poison under the guise of "advice"

I am beyond it's definitions of "beauty"

I am myself, I will not compromise

I am as infinite as the universe

And even deeper than the seas

There's is definition the box can give me

I am defined by the wrinkles from smiles around my eyes

And the knowing smile of a woman who has lived her life

The box says I am nothing but the size of my thighs

But I am more than that!

I am defined by my inner qualities

The box will not define me