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Conformity; a box; a structure- the structure
A definition; a mandate; an unwritten set of rules; guidelines
A single path woven by society 
An invisible path only discovered when one strays
The oppression; the judgement; the criticism of simply being
DIFFERENT
‘If you’re looking for a change, don’t,’ 
They say, as this has always been the way 
We are living in a winter, keeping us wrapped in the blankets of stagnation
But do not be mistaken, for this is not a seasonal winter
No, it is a different kind of cold 
An undetectable freeze, unbeknownst to those that skate by, consumed in a world that is afraid of change, of what might happen if one were to draw outside the lines
To those who dare crack the ice, throw off the blankets, divert from the one way street to go the opposite direction
A round of applause
Because to conform is to fit in with the social norms

But what are these standards and why? 
Why should one feel forced to comply? To identify? To internalize?
Our personas cannot be regulated; we will rise
From the ashes of Oppression, we will fight the fires of Repression, put out the flames of Suppression
The world is in a dire state so be the one to open the gates
Do not allow for prolongation of the inevitable reformation
We have an obligation to this nation 
Because the worst is not yet to come, it has already swept through
But the change starts with you

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