COOKIE CUTTERElizabeth Jasmine

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Cookie

Cutter!

Thos

e Shoe

s Out.

I look, it’s

This color is in.

are

Everywhere

I want to break the mold

My desire is to be bold

I long for individuality

Why must I hide in normalcy?

Yet, if I resist censorship,

Do I relinquish friendship?

What will other people see

In the real me?

The me you would see

Behind the mask

Beneath the shell,

Under the facade,

Behind the curtain.

A Lioness bold and beautiful?

A Wolf majestic and masterful?

A Gazelle gentle and graceful?

Or a chameleon: without a defining “BLEMISH”?

Will I forever attend a masquerade

Where my hopes are snuffed out inside this gilded colonnade?

Will the “MAGIC” show not end

That I might reveal myself?

MUST I BE COOKIE CUTTER?