boxes
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Nine black boxes float above nine black tables, slick with rain
Three beams of light crack into tables, striking in the middle
Three tears are shed
Three boxes fall the floor, crumbling into the twisted air
Hey, girl, Latika, girl
Here's a box for you!
But don't you worry, Mr. Stein,
There's one for you too!
Liu from my math class,
This box will do you well.
And take this here, Syeeda....
Afraid that there is a greater potential
a box they give us to condition in
if they do this long enough
they believe that we'll be trapped
trapped in a mindset that they control
No hope
No love
A box, a box is all I desire to bring with me;
Not just any box, but a box full of stuff.
A box filled with memories---
A box with photographs, letters, and stuffed animals.
I demand change.
In these twisted, damaging days.
Where women are afraid to leave for work
for fear of merciless rape
Where people of color
cannot receive a fair wage
This poem is for the people who have put me in a box.
They have said: “Here you may come, and no further!”
I have been categorized.
Metal box
No loose ends
No escape
Trapped in a structured prison, everyday is the same
no change
no change makes him crazy
his thoughts wander
“I need a fork,” I said to Mom after they left us in our fully-empty house.
“It’s packed” she replied and we laughed.
How would we eat?
With our fingers and feet?
Giggling she asked me for a spoon,
When we walk around in boxes all we see is feet.
All we hear is the distant echo of a voice we can't identify.
All we feel is the bump of someone elses box against ours.
I want to be a barbie
I want to be a fresh out the box
Accessories not included
Anatomically in correct
Manufactured in the flesh
Rubber in the chest
Barbie
Mark me made by Mattel
We put people in boxes
And we say
You must be
THIS way.
We put people in boxes
Crammed in.
Like contortionists.
But without flexibility.
