They want us in boxes
not to close the lid on us
but to understand
to feel a sense of security
to make the unknown a little
The fear of the unknown
leads minds to slam the door.
In the human mind that which is unknown is
It has not yet been verified, it cannot be categorized, it can only sit
and fester on the thought.
Can only be speculated
informed by stereotypes, fears, and rumors.
When all that is given to a mind are stereotypes, rumors,
and Fox News stories,
the truth is buried beneath the clutter and must
that much more to be uncovered and known.
I do not fit in their boxes.
I am unknown.
But before my truth is stuffed in a box with every misguided attempted to
I hand them my box.
This box is unlike any other.
It does not confine me to six
But molds and moves to take shape to my truth
and my words and
none of what a fearful mind will tell you.
This is not a box to hide away in a dark corner.
It is a box that
every dark and unknown space filling the gaps in knowledge so people no longer have to mind them.
It is meant to stay open.
It is bigger than it appears.
When I hand it to you the weight of
every truth lifts you up.
The box invites you in
but reminds you that your box is waiting to be reformed
to be filled
and sorted through.
Every box is crying out to be sorted through.
The weight of their un-truths blocks their shine and renders their stories illegible.
You who are boxed in
surrounded with the rest of the target group they want you to conform with
Make your truths visible.
Empty the box of every lie ever said about you.
Throw out the labels of that don’t belong.
Break in the walls and wrap your truth around them.
Clear off the dust and paint.
Wipe away the dirt and blood from every time they cut you down.
Clear out the mess of
“Why don’t you”
“Just keep your head down”
Dispose of the litter holding the stench of
“give it up”
When your box is no longer square
when it is cleared of everything they tried to make you
Hold it up and shine your light on every unknown that
they feared in you.
When you are true
when your box is clear of darkness
when you understand yourself as new
then you are no longer
No longer a blind spot threatening
You are no longer a speculation to be mythologized
You are standing there truths are open and questions answered. You are
And if they still try to force you into a box you did not make yourself
They are not ready for your truth
Because they still
cannot find their own.
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