Decolonized

You grew up as expected,
fit prescribed dimensions. Then

you met some people
you weren’t supposed to meet

and did some things
no one had planned you would do.

You began to grow in some areas,
shrink in others, shrink

from some others while growing
toward others, toward people 

largely unplanned for by those 
who planned you out.  

Now you’re scared of the flag they revered,
scared of the uniforms they obeyed,

and they’re a little scared of you in return —
or so you’d like to believe. It’s possible

that they don’t see or hear you at all now.
Wrote you off, a failed experiment. Wrote you

into a narrative that preserves their own.
That’s how it started, after all:

with you fitting into their story.
Now you fit into it by no longer

fitting into it. It’s all win for them,
and for you too once you choose

to let their story go
in order to embrace your own.

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About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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