Poem - Remove Our Molds
Remove Our Molds
We outsiders have our mold the cage designed to hold us in respectability defined to coerce the differences felt inside this is the start of the end when our kin seeks to restrict presentation made to the masses that cares little for the least.
'Please fit the mold' became the chant don't stray outside the lines of being different, but only so lest the norms take up arms they hold the power from above a careful truce has been arranged diplomacy at the knife's sharp edge at the cost of freedom's reign.
But we're lost, free ranging souls blocked by fences made to console those not of the flock who then seek the life discovered when we're free forbidden is never a consequence when the chains are cast to the ground then horizons may be sought beyond templates of order's rules.
There is more, the realms are vast perfection was never sought instead it's there to balm the rest those above divergent ones acceptance comes at a great cost towing lines applied to bind I'll ask those who hold the ropes forgive the rabble, remove our molds.
© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180108.
“Remove Our Molds” is about the shadow side of respectability politics for minorities. The reputation of the minority is sought to be managed in a “one-size-fits-all” feel-good publicity campaign. Meanwhile, there are outliers who deviate from the projected standards of the minority. This may be repeated many times over as variation occurs in the sub-minorities of the minorities. And end result is the trashing of everyone, with the majorities gloating at the wreckage.
