I.
I'm coming out
of my inner ghetto
my inner reservation
my prison
a cage
I'm coming out
of
my inner theatre
to
face
life
Amen!
II.
In my inner garden
suddenly
the flowers
that used to take me
up
to
the skies
disappear
and
the fences
that kept me locked inside
turn
into
the ladder
solidly stuck in the ground
Here!
11 March 2007, a Sunday
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