in the story I read
every family was the same
and every person took off their mask
of sameness at the end of the day.
.
in the story we’re living
every family’s struggle’s different
we put on our masks each day
to save each other
poem-trained February 25, 2016
Eyes forward
Seeing what he wants to see.
Ears closed to cries or criticism.
Fill out the forms
Check the boxes.
Everyone must fit somewhere,
conformity is the only rule.
Follow the tracks.
poem- boxed September 21, 2015
You’re inside a box,
safe within your preconceptions,
covered with the dirt of mediocrity,
buried alive.
Shawn L. Bird 