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Mar 2013
I'm locked up
In a cage
Of identical walls
I'm trapped on the page

My feet track ink
Across the lines
Rebellious, chained
But fortunately, still mine

Mazes form behind me
My mind's inner workings
Wondering about privilege,
The freedom, lurking

My legs beg to stop
But they only go faster
Tripping over obstacles
Asking for disaster

I hurdle over trip lines
Makes tears in the thin paper
But never can I break through
My weapons dissolve like vapor

I collapse in the heat
Of the unforgiving sun
Suddenly the sheet's ablaze
With nowhere left to run

I curl up in a ball
And let the flames consume me
I woke in my room
Crying out in agony
Brenna Boese
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