She, Forever In Boxes
So confined to the boxes is she who
Tries to free herself from them
Breaking down barriers of all political and cultural design
Constructing opportunities and
Imagining their trite and expected
Downfalls
She, who reigns supreme in the art
Of lability
The morning being the promise
The afternoon, the despair
The night, a restless dance to
Hopeful unknowing
So that it may all begin anew
And she may float with ambition,
Flirt with lofty goals
(Which are so very tangible once realized to a more substantial degree)
All through which comes the
Bitter devastation
The cerebral revelation
For her mind and the World work in harmoniously demonizing tandem to erase the sketches of a life
Of her own craft
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