You don’t have to be who they say you are,
We are told when young.
See what all you can be,
They say, and they show us
Templates from which to choose.
Why be judged for how you are born?
Pick your stereotypes.
Because why dare attempt to change a system?
History will cycle on,
Only the players change.
Choose your character, they say.
Pick your stereotype.
When I was younger, I despised free form poetry. But I’ve come to appreciate it a lot more in the past few years. This came to me when I overhead some airmen talking about how he can either choose to be a hood black guy or a white black guy, even in the most progressive of circles.
I hope you enjoyed this, and please feel free to leave constructive criticism.