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Dec 2017
I keep thinking

We are no longer prisoners

Bound and manacled together

Pulverized by the thought

That we could one day be freed


I was always the alibi

You led and i followed

Always one step behind

Was i too vulnerable?

Perhaps

But now the ad naseam has resurfaced

When i think about what happened

She didn’t deserve it

What we did to her


Only still to this day i don’t see

Much shame in your eyes

They seem jovial

My brain a kaleidoscope

Of gray and black thoughts

You know exactly what i know

That we will never be freed


We are still prisoners

Shackled and caged like untamed animals
Written by
Elizabeth Schoenbaum  19/F/Columbia, Louisiana
(19/F/Columbia, Louisiana)   
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