...Of Conformity

...Of Conformity

Karyn Indursky

 

Don't speak through your robotic lips
and mechanic movements of conformity
when our divine world sets individuality
free for those brave enough to grasp
onto their rights with hearts, minds, souls.
Don't sing with your stone face
while you sit like a chipped diamond
worthless seemingly to gem inspectors
overseeing the emotional value one
exposes on their face with ruby smiles
set to twinkle in the light
of the sun, cameras, eyes of beholders
memorizing delicate beauty at its best...
pure, seen, known, appreciated.
Don't dance with your dead limbs
decaying the dance with rancor
odors filling our senses
until we're crying,
not over the fumes, but you
for when you gave up individuality
you committed suicide that started
on your insides to rot your body
before us all on your stage
...of conformity.

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