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Conform (not) to the Uniform

Hyn Edwit is a university student who writes poems and stories reflecting his inner thoughts.

Steffan Keller from Pixabay

Steffan Keller from Pixabay

Conform (not) to the Uniform

Young and fragile

nurtured I was,

catered they did

for a skin

I did not ask for


A skin tailored

for a rigid border of an area

found in their heads,

found everywhere around me


A skin attached

to my own that didn't even come to

blossom, it did not come to fruition, instead


It bled.


It was rotting, eating every being that I am

poisoning me inside

as if to cleanse this body


Their skin did not fester

Yes, it didn't for a long time but,

It had to

now


Had my eyes been gouged out

Had my ears been cut off

I wouldn't have broken free

Their hate did

the opposite to me


I am sick of the stares and

disgusted of the pretenses


Had their rigid square mellowed

and accepted that there is more than one

shape, color, ability and capability

to conform

they would have understood why

I hated their skin,

their uniform

© 2021 Hyn Edwit

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