Metal World
They took all my metal parts.
Which they said were dangerous.
And handed me a crayon.
Convicts, get to work!
Write away your lives.
And leave them here.
So you will all be reformed!
They commanded.
They demanded.
Until we were trained.
To act without urgency.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2021
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