we are all Underestimated
Shoved into groups
and Statistics
told not to move
so that nobody has
to reEvaluate
That requires work
crammed into Boxes
the size of two
fists
Pressed together
The apparent size
of
simple,
understandable brains
rows, patterns, stripes
whatever They deem
fit
a Smirk down noses
too high in the Air
they call us Numbers
and numbers. don’t.
talk.
Period.
here, We separate
because You accept
the fates
in Your mind, they
makes sense
but all You know
are the facts they
have
courteously taught
You
you don’t Jump
because you can’t Fly
a fact—yes?
have you tried
fact is what you Make
it
they have no say
they tell you a Wrong
answer
is Bad. a Mistake.
but what is “right”
the opposite of Left
Both eventually
lead you
where you want to
go
It’s the
experience—
the Story—
that matters
you made the Journey
the arrival is
already known
what story do you
have
inside the two-fist
Box
It may be the size
of your brain
but could anything
that
Small possibly
contain
all of your Ideas
told to “think Outside
the box”
told that it is Hard
but the box is Rigid
—small—
there’s a whole
World outside
Ignore their
“right”
take your Left
Get out of the box
breathe some Lighter
air
Find that summit
and look down at
the Pattern
The pattern that
told you
Your Wings Are Too
Small
let those wings
spread
and Make the underSide
of the Sky
don’t be afraid to
fly
--Megan
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