Sometimes It Feels As If I Am Not Really Living

Sometimes it feels
as if I am not really living,
as I am just marking time,
being trapped in a body

where no choices
but destiny determines the way
that my life is going,
while I am not fit
to become part of the social structure
where everyone else is loosing individuality

and by design I am
not made to cringe, to be servile
or obsequious
and to no man I bend my knees.

I do not fit in the social mould
where language, culture, heritage
and religion has to be sacrificed
for what is seen as the common good

and no one will force me into conformity.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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