2012 brought me a great present when my missing in action flash drives reappeared right were I left them but could not remember where that was. So in honor of having them I have dug an old poem out to share. I wrote this in 2006 and it stands as a good reminder of how things can change in six years. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy it being found. Oh and it was left untitled so now I have titled it Trapped:
Thoughts after reading the Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
I know all about being trapped within your own mind
That is why I thirst for knowledge.
I know all about being trapped within the wrong body
The body of a sex with out freedom.
I know all about being trapped within wallpaper
The suffocation smothers a life, while others can freely come and go.
I know all about being trapped by the title of “little girl”
Helpless I’m not, but my determination is lost in the name.
I know all about being trapped within the design of society
That which devised to discourage thought.
I know all about being trapped within the bars of oppression
That is why I wish to remove the bars of apprehension.