Humans Are Thieves
I wrote this poem a while ago and got the courage to share it. I am a beginner writer, so this poem is one of the few I have written. I hope you enjoy it.
Humans saw land and turned it into corporations
Nature destroyed, office spaces paving the way
White walls, no windows, and a chair
Society telling us the only way to live is working to death
Creativity is not allowed
Imagination is a sin
Traditional is expected
Don’t let your erotic ideas ruin our image
Don’t tell us you want to be different
Your identity is in the palm of our hands
Your body isn’t your body
Whatever you choose to wear should never betray our expectations
Keep your hair a natural color
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Everyone must look the same, why are you such a pain
We are a pack of wolves
Seeking the same meat, you know you must want the same meat
But I do not desire conformity
Like the Bolivian Indigenous women, I want to wear a pollera skirt
Richly patterned skirts people gawk at while you twirl
I find comfort in varying textures of fabrics
Mismatching colors brings me joy and whimsy
I aspire to be as magical as a fairy
And as free as a bird
I want to be a black swan in a pond where white is desired
An orchid in a field of sunflowers
I do not want the same meat
I do not want the same life
I refuse to alter myself just to make you smile
My identity will never be chosen by you
If only you knew it too
