Box Head
I thought other people into little boxes
me over here and them over there
I thought I was being oh so enlightened
forward thinking and completely aware
I thought boxes would clarify my thinking
show me who's different and who was alright
Somehow I couldn't get people to fit them
it seems my little boxes were way to tight
I couldn't see what made them all loveable
What I was judging was tied to my own shame
Little boxes were my way of being superior
if they were in boxes it's them I could blame
I needed to escape my cardboard thinking
division and labels confused my closed mind
It blocked out the light of my compassion
no good in people was I able to find
Rain poured down soaking the boxes
baptizing my brain, expanding my heart
As my eyes opened, I started seeing
these corrugated boxes being torn apart
People where happy, my world expanded
Colour and kindness ruled the day
For each person, I became truly thankful
In their company I wanted to stay
Each person that I meet is a true treasure
I celebrate that they're different than me
Labels and boxes, they can destroy us
preventing us from being who we're meant to be!
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2017
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