Growing older

When I can’t comprehend
the reasons you give for slashing our skins,
dividing it into squares
and allocating each piece to a pigeonhole,
the artist here,
the funnyman there,
the sportsman here,
away from the box housing the intellectual,
we are told,
“you can’t be all that you want to be.”

It sounds like a lie when you are younger.
As you grow older though,
the mountain of lethargy piles up
adding its weight to what they said
and we concur,
“you can’t be all that you want to be.”
Then in a calm silence,
“You can be a part of all that you want to be.”

NaPoWriMo 2017, poem 22

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