PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Diversity! Freedom! Individuality! They cry

While handing us all the same, uniform parchments

while we wear caps and gowns. Blue for the boys, white for the girls

Marching in a row, the principal replicating a handshake for every passerby.

We, having done roughly the same things in order to reach this point, smile and absorb it all.

Feeling special for making it to a given point of life.

Not yet ready to advance to university, where one's path branches into many. Still closely following

the footsteps of those who preceded them, never really reaching 'new' territory.

And afterwards, we will land a career. We will live a moderate life, mediocrity until the end

We may have different interests, different abilities, different lives. But are we not virtually

The same?