As I am born and raised I become a product.
A product of my experiences,
a product of my parents,
a product of society,
a product of the world.
I am bound,
kicking and screaming,
into this 5'1" too short 130lbs too heavy
hunk of bodily flesh.
Relegated to a confined space,
a defined structure,
labeled and categorized into a
and clunked gracelessly onto a shelf
along with rows and columns of other featureless dolls,
all polite and pleasant:
"please take me home with you oh please I promise to be good".
And if I dare to breathe too loud,
to really suck the stale air of our collective atmosphere
down to the deep reaches of my bruised lungs,
to step slightly to the left with a mangled foot,
they all turn and cluck their tongues in unison,
"tsk tsk who do you think you are
what do you think you're doing
shut up and know your place
you are much too young to be making decisions
and much too old to defy instructions