Box you put me in

a poem - i will never let your drain my color or shove some place i do not belong

To hell with your ideology.

fuck it.

screw your box and your fine lines.
I will never be just black and white

I will overflow the edges of your blank page with yellows and blues
and I will sew my wounds shut with the line you tried to choke me with

I will never sit in silence nodding deadly to your empty words
I will jump past what's "comfortable"

and break the box your try to shove me into.