| The chains that bind me Cold and dark and thick Form me in a structure of myself Inside these walls A womb hot and fiery, red with anticipation awaits a birth Birth of freedom Freedom from fashion and you I am human, although fairer in form Capable Understanding It is me that little children run to It is me that soldiers love when they are away from home It is me, me that starves for you, wants for you It is I who is so strong, absorbing the many blows and bruises I am able to cry, Laughed at when I do It is MY story not his And, it is I who will bare you and me Shayna Leigh Raichilson, gr. 12 |
Photo by Stacy Choczynski, gr.9