The little men saunter with such swagger,
perfect miniatures of the world around them.
Big brown eyes amidst a sea of cornrows,
there's a startling contrast of hardness and light.
It's unnerving to see them walk with an affected limp,
puffy coats shrugged past small shoulders,
perfectly imitated versions of their reality.
It serves as an unavoidable reminder
that we are so much a product of environment,
that little men become full fledged adults
molded by the society inculcated unto them.
Their tiny Tims walk down self fulfilling prophesies,
coerced into stereotypes we've perpetuated.
3 January 2012