Me

by NYoriecia Perry   Feb 2, 2016


In a place where I am fettered,
I feel free with rainbow feathers.

In a cell without air and light,
I feel safe and over-flowing with might.

In a storm and raging river,
I feel washed and cleaned and silver.

In a bothered flesh, slowly dying and without liberty,
I am happy and perfect inside of me.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Such depth in this and self-reflection and acceptance. Love this, keep writing and welcome to PnQ as well!

  • 8 years ago

    by Jeff Fleischer

    Ms. Perry,
    You write poetry well.
    Regards,
    Jeff