A poem from Under One Sky
I am looking for the frames
to help me break the frames;
remembering Playschool windows
round, oval, and square.
I am remembering how my dolls
were broken hand-me-downs
and how I thought my frizzy hair
made me look a clown.
I was a little mother
to my brothers growing up
and wondered if they would
ever dare to break the frames.
I always wanted to have the
I never understood why.
Fighting back those tears of growing up
I’m still looking beyond the frames
living in the land of sugar cane.
I’m seeing all the kids running off to school
They’re so caught up trying to be cool
a little bit of facebook, a little bit of blackberry
but bullying’s the same
hasn’t much changed.
Everybody’s trying to be the same
no one really wants to break the frame.
But every now and then…
View original post 24 more words