Poems from meganpoirier
Restless.
Waiting for her prince.
Her purpose.
Adhering to expectations
Carefully crafted by those before her.
Desiring to find her place...
Our flag is a banner, held high to the light.
For all men are one, whether black or white.
From persecution we came, to judgment we go. ...
I am different.
I am not ashamed.
Head held high, averting their eyes.
What is it that you see?
Do you see disappointment when you see me?...