Cookie Cutter Problems

We have been conditioned, molded, into believing that everyone is to be the same.

Like cookie dough cut repeadeatly by the same cookie cutter.

Roll out, cut.

Roll out, cut.

Over and over again.

We are made to be the same.

I don't want to be the same.

I'm going to break the cookie cutter mold.


This poem is about: 
Our world


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