Unwelcome
If I was well, I wouldn’t be here.
If there were no walls- I would wander away to be near-
My family who decided my behavior was unnatural.
So here I am unpacking, my hopes of leaving are supernatural.
The sounds are shifting again.
And the lights are morphing in this pen.
Please be seated, they all command.
Your disobedience, we will not stand.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2021
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