I Am Poem
My parents were refugees
Fleeing the confines and strictures
Imposed upon them by society; authority
Escaping to the haven of California
As a child, I was caged
Imprisoned in my desk; my room
Chalice of resentment; devil’s rebellion
Bitterness flooding across a blank page
At last contented happiness
Finally within my grasp
Clutching ambrosial bliss
Never to let go
Letting go; feeling empowered
Wind dancing through my hair
Sunshine petals intoxicating my senses
A sense of belonging; of truth
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