labels, irresponsbility placed by people
while they feed their children rubbish
as they climb a church steeple
and find a god to kiss,

you seek to punish me
for not loving you
for rejecting you
for not giving,
what life has never given

i will not have my identity stolen
not strip by strip
i will not climb into boxes
of which i do not fit
i will not be told who i am

is this a conflict or a war
no one seems to know anymore
remembrance sunday has a new turn
a painful tear jerking reminder
that somehow, we just never learn

numb
will we ever feel again?
leaning on our bicycle
buckled in memory lane
numb

does anyone think
they have the right –
to walk into a life,
choose the colours
define black and white

could shut out this world
could curl up in a ball
could not feel less of a fool
could make sandcastles
as the tide ebbs at my feet

the poem, it gives you control
over the person you want to be
because in the, ‘cyber world’
no one can see