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Borderlands
Girls and boys sit in rows
move fast then slow like remote controlled rats
Scittering from place to place
Waiting for the day when they too alleat the poison from the hand from which they run
Lessons learned,credits earned
Out if the box we all call home
Past our ten square mile shiny bubble
The rodents run in confined pens
But bump their heads on dingy glass walls
I look into the glass to see the same look alike doll
Dressed in confusion
Pushing its head against the wall
The man with the white gloves
Feeds us all the same amount
So when the snake comes to swallow us down
We will be suitably fat,and dumb and ready.
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I wrote this peice about growing from a teenager and turning into an adult. Feeling pushed into a certain mold.