Prison Break
We are ruthlessly hopeful.
That we will be released in full.
For our hearts are not spoiled.
They just need to be oiled!
May we leave this place dormant.
And as we merge with society, we will not lament.
The cold showers, and timely food.
Where everyone is rude.
Hallways like alleys.
Where professionals are not allies.
We will walk out freely, in time.
But not to their clock, but when hope is mine.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2021
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