I was born and raised in a windowless place.

Surrounded by white walls with unjust laws.

The only thing I could hear was a single voice.

It taught me how to feel and how to be.

I did not know anything, so I questioned nothing.

It taught me to love.

At times, it taught me to hate.

It showed me who to be afraid of.

And in whom to place my trust.

I asked him what his name was.

He said they call him “Mentality.”

He said he was made and created by society.

If I disobeyed him, he would discard me.

A black book of the discarded was in his pocket.

They selfishly chose their things over society.

Those that chose their own ways.

Those that chose their own happiness.

those that chose their own careers

those that chose their own sexuality

Those who do not fit in

and not follow the “mentality”.