The grey cement walls are covered with
polaroid pictures of empty faces, memories,
that stare at the metal bars that
lock her in for her safety,
her protection, that he forced upon her.
Days at school captured in moments,
A+'s taped to the fridge cover the edges of
the brown-haired girl with bags under
her eyes and muscles too heavy
to pretend to smile.
I bang on the cell, yank on the lock,
but the metal chips my fingertips
until all that's left are tears.
Full schedules of pointless after-school jobs
meant to add to her list of things too much
to get out of bed for sit behind the picture of her father
who named her after his passion, the only thing
to make him smile again after his first love left.
Look at me and see my struggles,
see my pain, and give me the key
to let me out of this glass-covered cage,
where every step is watched and every word
intentional to protect you.
The last moment stuck in time
is the brown-haired girl, who sleeps
with her head on the set table for two,
the Christmas feast she slaved over
and the house she stays in, cold.
I'm weightless in a way I remember
from before, back when my life was
rose-tinted with child-like wonder,
and my heart snaps as I look down
and realize I'm the one holding the key.
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Poems
PoesíaSome of these I had to write for class, others not so much, but I wanted to share them with you. Any constructive criticism is appreciated! #1 messingaround: May 19, 2019, Sept. 3, 2019-Sept. 17, 2019 #20 empty: November 13, 2020 #90 confidence: Aug...
