Missing
I am hoping, with my emergence.
That they will take pictures with urgence.
Because I’ve been lost and I’ve been bound.
When I was in prison, I felt confound.
But with each step, I am learning.
That no one found my disappearance concerning.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2021
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