The Red Box

Some of you have asked if this poem was removed from the blog. I've reposted it so that it is easier to find.

The Red Box

If I must run your race
If I must color my face
Within lines drawn by you
If I must cry without tears
And be brave for your fears
I’ll be gray in no time.

So if you’re going to stuff me
Into a box
At least let me paint it red.

If you want me to fit into this box
Much too small if you had looked at me lately
If you want me to crawl in willingly
And endure this pain silently
If you want me to enjoy my view of nothing
Craving light more than life
Living without a fight
I’ll be gray in no time.

So if you’re going to stuff me
Into a box
At least let me paint it red.

This box was built for you
By those who never knew you
Now you want it for me
You think it will keep me free
From bad choices?
Within this box
Inside these locks
My only choice is whether or not to breathe.
I can barely breathe--
I’m sure I’ll be gray in no time.

So if you’re going to stuff me
Into a box
At least let me paint it red.

ADR copyright 2006