Monday, December 03, 2012

ON THE RUN a poem, by, (me!) Sandra, tvgp

ORIGINAL POST 12/03/2012:

  I was sentenced in my youth by public opinion, "unbeautiful!"

  Thrown in the slammer of physical expectations. "But! I'm innocent!" I cried.

  -and still served more than 20 years.
  I was not paroled or released.
         I escaped. Remain at large.
   Hiding from and dodging all the physical expectations that hunt me... That want me..
Back in prison.

Where the only time a woman can stand.. Is accused of being not enough.
I was not released. I escaped.
  And my freedom, which IS my survival, demands I run; Fast! In the opposite direction.


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