by nancy dark
nancy dark writes poems abut being herself
i sit in my room
and lift up my voice
i have to be me
i have no other choice
i have had many lives
i have been many things
i have been locked in boxes
and pulled with strings
i have been hung on trees
and dropped from skies
been drowned in rivers
and baked in pies
i have been poked with sticks
and given thousands of tests
and always been told
it was all for the best
the lives keep on coming
like raindrops in spring
and yet through them all
i ask only one thing
is it asking too much
to wish to be free
for just one life
in eternity?
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