(From "Pieces of Me")

Pigeonholed

 

You can be anything you want, they said

Throwing falsehoods at her

Freedoms of youth

With a path yet unlived

Not even written yet

 

But when she tried to follow her dreams

They said slow down

Time is on your side

And knowledge only comes with age

You’ll learn

 

And she did learn

That time is against us all

Slowing down when inspiration

Is fighting to move us forward

Can only stilt our dreams

 

She discovered the way people file you away

In boxes, attaching labels

Insisting you can only be this or that

Pick one, you can’t do everything

But why not?

 

We are all more than one thing

Why limit ourselves?

If the inspiration takes hold

And leads to expanding who you are

Why fight it and force yourself into a pigeon hole?

You are not a pigeon