In response to her words...
It seems strange to me
That society has a proprietary need
To organize people into shapes and things
Wrap them with bows
And tie them with strings
Tell them how to be
And discard what is not
Pretty enough or
Thin enough
Sexual enough or
Witty enough
But it's rough
Trying to maintain a poker face
With elegant and matchless grace
And not turn into a chaotic mess
But no matter what
The Doctor will say
We have a pill for this
Bliss is not something we can swallow
And I'm not saying one should
Wallow in their misery
But at what point will we allow ourselves to feel and articulate
Every emotion that we breathe?
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