Conformity MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   The dictators

are drowning me

out under their

make-up glory.

Clones of individuality,

making me afraid

to speak my mind,

to break out of the strait-jacket

they've laced so tight.

Can't breathe, can't think

beyond their superficial

rules for ...


But I've never

been good

at following rules.

I refuse to be

molded into

some pretty little toy

that everyone has,

stuffed in their


I'll slip from under

their giant's foot

and climb up

the beanstalk

so I can dwell

in the clouds.

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Naomi.F. said...
on Nov. 27 2008 at 7:37 am
I really liked this poem. It gave a good sense of entrapment and then freedom. You really have talent Julie!


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