Hello, farewell, goodnight, sleep tight

All we are is cloned dolls

Everything we see is black or white

No one can break down these walls

We are very much alike

Grey clouds like grey streets

Our personalities are ghostlike

We are plasticized pieces of meat

Before, the world was fresh, was clean

Was free from society’s wretched dream

Blue eyes, Brown hair

Everything was different, everywhere

Then came your romance for clones

Making us all fake

We talked the same

Walked the same

We all became

Slaves of your fame

Identical indistinguishable illusions of perfection

You stitched us up

Plastering smiles on our faces

Telling us to be just like such

It was a status quo cold case

Listen and Do

What goes up

Must come down

A rulebook of instructions

Shouted out to us

We were locked up with a gene mutation

Nothing we could do about it

Died the day we gave up

Cold the day we woke up

What do you feel, they screamed in our heads

Nothing, replied our bodies decomposing

And made a structured mess of blood gushing

We began to grow in number

But Mother Nature was attempting to rid us

Shaking us

Breaking us

Because she doesn’t need us

So our masks came crashing down

Revealing our own chosen mistakes

You see no one can change us

No one can modify us

We only choose to believe that

Opportunities weren’t given

But we were the ones to give in

To fold our cards

Say goodbyes

Announcing our death at doorsteps

All it took

Was a little bit of truth

To look us right in the eye

And remind us of our free innocent youth

Remind us of  what its like to be breathing

Not trapped in a plastic container of expectations

Re find ourselves by seizing our identity

Rekindle the joy of crashing down traditions

Remember plastic can be melted away

We aren’t its slaves

Find a match, start a fire

Be free to follow your hearts desire

“Society is Plastic,” by Karolina Mastalerz-Sanchez is a free versed poem. This poem answers the question, how does an individual stay true to him/herself? We all are really given an opportunity (“We only choose to believe that

opportunities weren’t given”) to become clones,”All we are is cloned dolls.” We were perfect in society’s eyes,”Identical indistinguishable illusions of perfection.” Yet we all believe that this way was forced upon us, no way out of it so we stopped fighting, “Died the day I gave up.” This is where the true message comes in, “Remember plastic,” society (Proven in the title), “Can be melted away we aren’t its slaves,” we can choose to become our own person and we can become that certain individual if we remember that we have the choice, no one else is allowed to restrain us. We can become great instead of letting another person decide to remove our spirit and passion, “The birds they captured are dead,” an allusion to a poem, The Bird by Patrick Lane. A great example would be flowers that grow between sidewalk cracks, even nature finds its way to live on despite the manmade things trying to contain it. We are in control of ourselves so we might as well follow our own desire, focus on our own passion and purpose in life rather than what others are doing to repress us from fulfillment.