Crystallization(Poem)

Maturity
made the tongue
a stone
and bones
a melted biscuit.

Memorized the dialects
to move up the ladder
but
the worded superstitions
couldn’t come into the unknown.

I can now quote
the great and the learned
and carry the cross for them
however
that made me
a golden parrot
and a loyal barrister
of their primitive philosophies.

Adolescence
makes you a rebel
yet
the crowd never
goes away the ears.

It had different names—
Obedience
Individuality
Personality
Selfhood
yet
we all know
that it’s a carbon copy
or a pond
that doesn’t move with the time.

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