hashtag
I am trapped in this box
This box that I did not build
The labels seal me in
tightly, suffocatingly.
Don't try and be something different than
you have already been designated
Human Nature in our world
seems to rely upon the
predictability
that we will conform.
Our culture wants us
to be only so-pliable.
Otherwise, stay rigid in your "place"
and do not try to make waves.
A few do.
Some break out.
they are tauted as "wunderkind", as LUCKY
They are revered, celebrated
and then ripped apart, examined
and humiliated.
we have allowed our media-centric world to devour
the few shreds of mystery
of illusion
No longer can people be permitted
to have a flaw
without a hashtag attached to it.
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