First there were only ingredients,
full of endless possibility and potential.
Then the people came and decided
which ingredients were satisfactory
to societal standards,
and discarded the suboptimal.
brilliant baking powder,
and vivacious vanilla.
All were put in a cast-iron bowl,
and society mixed to the desired consistency.
The mixture was then shoveled
into confining molds.
The molds differed,
yet once they were determined,
they could not be remodeled.
The individual had no say.
The molds were thrust
into a merciless, fiery oven.
And the newcomers were baked
until society decreed they were perfect.
But still, those who were on the outskirts
were scorched around their edges,
and it was the desire for perfection
that made them flawed.
Finally, the creations were removed
from the authoritarian oven.
Only to be eventually consumed
by their ruthless creators.