Blank Slate

Behind the filters

Behind the makeup

Behind the faces of emotions

There is a blank slate.

 

We start out as blank slates,

Molded by the society that raises us,

Makes us strong,

Teaches us how to blend into its norms,

How to react to situations around us.

 

We start out as blank slates,

Drawn on by our parents and friends,

Drawn into a unique individual

Who is undoubtedly just a combination of others.

 

For even though we think we are the ones in control,

There is never a time in which we are the ones in control,

For there is never a time in which society ceases to exist,

For there is no such thing as the state of nature in our time.

 

For there is no such thing as "unique,"

Because at the most basic level, 

Everybody is a blank slate.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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