A Mosaic of Choices
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I am a victim of conformity.
Constantly told to meet a standard.
They put a label I don't want on me.
Labels. A limitation of my choice.
Because if I don't meet those standards,
I don't get a voice.
I've met those standards.
My transcript looks incredibly clean.
But those numbers will never truly define me.
Because no matter how hard they try to make this circle a square,
they won't succeed.
Regardless of all the limitations, they can't change my rebellious personality.
They'll never change that I eat mayo straight out of the jar,
the face I make when I'm running a race,
the way I sing loudly in the car,
the passion in the art I create.
It's impossible to calculate how deep my thoughts can swim
or the pride I feel when I say, "I'm a feminist."
To standardize my intelligence might be a piece of cake.
It's impossible to conform my personality
because my life is a mosaic of choices I make.