Extricate #Poetry

Hair in a bun

(Must be colors found in nature)

Clothes groomed

(Nothing provocative)

Makeup on

(Simple, classic)

Smile sweetly

Soft claps for passing the unity test

Name tag placed neatly on a pressed shirt

We passed their society test

Herded together like mindless sheep

Blank expression masked by an emotionless smile

Day in and day out

Living to conformity

My mask beginning to crack as the smile leaves my face

Thoughts of uniqueness slipping from the concrete cell of my mind

A visceral cry escaping my lips

Hands involuntarily yanking my shinning hair from its bun

Sending strands flying in freedom

Feet moving away from the shocked faces

Ripping the clean pressed shirt

Using it as a rag

Streaking the makeup across my face

I am not a robot

I am more than just some label

My heart pounds as music pours from my lips

This is freedom

This is life

This is me

via Daily Prompt: Visceral