Our formA Poem by EmmaGender, race, birthplace....What do the boxes we tick actually mean?We are constructed. A framework forged by the genetics that formulate; the surroundings that fill; the 50:50 gamble that filters. Then we can turn within and allow ourselves to be filled with knowledge, emotions and beliefs- until we hit the boundary. The intricate design prevents expansion; or escape. It pushes. It crushes. And we can't resist. Because it was wove into our skin before it was our own. The second we inhabited our bodies we accepted the cruelty of the gift: that we can beautifully dream- In moderation. The privileged of having an identity becomes each bar of our entity. They define us. They confine us.
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2 Reviews Added on February 17, 2018 Last Updated on February 21, 2018 Tags: inequality, limitations, labels AuthorEmmaHerefordshire, United KingdomAboutI am currently at college, and hoping to go into a career in the performing arts industry. I love writing scripts and am enjoying exploring poetry on here and expressing my opinions through my own. .. more..Writing
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