2002-07-08 - 1:15 p.m.
through the opening in the trees,
i saw it,
the object that separated me from
freedom
i knew that the patrol would be
coming for me soon
i could smell their corruption
and their breath,
reeking of wine and expensive pussy
both of which
i once had at my disposal
before i was labelled as "disposable"
i moved carefully towards it,
the dogs getting louder in my ears,
words of the men now becoming audible
i knew the peace that was going
to flow through me in mere seconds
as soon as i grabbed that fence
i would be in the land
where my mother has waited for so long
to once again embrace me
