we stand

a nation made of cardboard people

cut out

each and every day

and i, a simple, cardboard girl

wondering ...

i can't help if i

feel animosity toward my maker

they say god made me

but we all know truth

an' we can believe anything they want us to

unless we want to rise up together

strong



we're swimming around in a little glass jar

just like tadpoles

blind

furiously searching for a way out

(these tadpoles we are

did i mention they're made of cardboard?)



i hear:



look and don't see color

followed by confusion

next it's look and don't see gender

apparently

and i awaiting an hour when they say



respect



each color

same to

each gender

(if love seems too extreme)

instead of shaping us blind

into this cardboard nation

where you gotta look both ways before you

breathe



it's gettin' a little hot in here

and wait one day

'cause this cardboard nation is gonna burn right down!