Marguerite Curtis
Thursday, July 3, 2014
Limits
The limitations, dear God,
That we put on you.
We try to make you
Like one of us,
Cutting you down to a size
That we can handle.
Then we turn around
And find you haven't
Stayed in the box
Where we tried
To put you.
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