The same shopping bag

You change, and I change
We all change
You say, and I say
We like to be different
Until they point at you
With their ice fingers.

Would you mind?
Would you mind if they do?

They want to catch you
Manipulate you
Teach you
How to act
How to speak
How to think

We can try to be different
And point at them
With our fire fingers

Would they mind?

We are not mannequins
We are persons

And, in the end we realize that
We are all
labeled
categorized
stuck
trapped
into the same shopping bag

La escribí ayer, era necesario, hace tiempo lo tenía en mente ._.