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May 12th, 2008 by AdminI am
the prisoner of my own mind
a poet waiting to be free
by words and paper
I am
the solid shield of a turtle
that no one can break with words
I am
the bird that sings
but no one understands me
I am
the orange that waits to be eaten
by a person who is patient
waiting until I am as sweet as honey.
– Christiam Morales
From the 2008 WritersCorps book “Mangos Have No Borders” at Mission High School
Poem of the Month: May 2008
