L. B. Mek

BOXED

 

boxed in

our gender’s plight, scurrying

tadpole shapes

of creation’s fight

 

boxed in

by our skin’s tint

even before 

cooing a greeting 

 

boxed in 

our weight classes,

from scales

on birth certificates

 

boxed in

our life’s stream

raked raw

swimming upstream

 

boxing out

from feeling doubt

in all that surrounds:

for those stifling sides

never square up

under spotlight

 

 

© L. B. Mek

January 2020