The Banished
I wait to be deemed a criminal.
They tell me my imprisonment is terminal.
As my innocence pervades.
I become a waiting specimen as deception invades.
I am the hope that they resent.
They were unable to confiscate the hope I present.
I am in this community of the banished.
Our intentions to reignite with our families have not vanished.
I am more than what they have seized from me.
I am a soul that howls with all these other waiting trees.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2022
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