“you can’t cage the wind”, beautiful it took me time to comprehend

Ruth was the kind of person whose voice you had to mine before you heard it. I asked her, “Tell me what happened.” She said, “Do you really want to know?” “No, but some selfish part of me wants you to hear yourself talk about it.” My demons like me alone. They come to me […]

via They like me — nilichoandika

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Fitting into the box ?

Yes my procrastinating self now tries her best to upload a post every Monday, it is no easy feat but i wish to improve my habits, anyways here i come.

Hello to anyone reading this welcome to my blog where i post anything that comes to my mind which revolves mainly around fictional excerpts made from real life, yes i am confused and trapped in this deadly cycle of over thinking real life situations and giving them a literary view with a scientific twist, because i am indecisive i could not figure out which one of my poems to post so i decided to compose one for my blog today for the first time and yes RIP Mike Brown.

Fit into the box

stuck in a box

 that defines you 

 not as a complex individual

 put in there by society and its members

 You need not fit into it you just need to be in it

 for being stuck in there gives a sense of control over 

 a very surprise full life 

 perhaps uneventful

 Categorised and herded into imaginary boxes

 some overlap while some do not

 Redefine stereotypes you will not dare 

 You little traitor to society’s box’s

 Do you put people into boxes ?

 Do you stick them there ?

Not given a chance to be an individual……

only part of a box……

fit in there……… it has cut off your wings.

If you would like to read some of my  poems on wattpad.

BYe! wishing you an eventful week, hope you had a wonderful weekend.