Michelle Stagmer
WE'RE NOT IN SCHOOL ANYMORE
Like a trapped bird this time I trapped myself caught in the snare of life and death caged I cannot spread my beautiful wings in this rusted home but some have seen the rust scratched away scratched to dust I am slowly pecking at my rusted metal bars I can see the marks I have made I know my cage will look all shiny and new again I know I can spread my wings and show my exotic colors I just have to peck the lock

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(c) 1999 Michelle Stagmer. All rights reserved.

Appears in Schools of Verse: An Anthology of Poetry About School, Fall 1999.