Oak Park Library is currently closed and will re-open on Monday, Dec. 18 at 9 a.m.
Embers in my hair, black dust getting to my lungs. Red, yellow, purple, blue fire in front of me, behind me, beside me. Above and below me. Within me.
Sometimes I think you’re doing this on purpose,
Locking me up inside.
With no light seeping through.
My skin turning pale,
My hope being lost.
Leaving me by myself,
A world so alone.
I feel trapped in a prison,
Or lost in a crowd.
The hate that lived within
me, that inhabited my very core
Gone!
It has no home with me anymore
I’ve let it go
It no longer rules me
They say they help,
They ain’t no good.
Ask for food,
Barely get kelp.
I wish I could just be
F r e e
They don’t believe me
When I say, “I ain’t guilty!”
They think I am filthy.
I wish I could just be
F r e e