I was born into a prison
Floor strewn with hay
No guard outside the bars
Just a servant to poke food through at the end of the day
Mother's face
Forbidden legacy
Kept in secret
in captivity
Bars thin but unbreakable
unrustable
The skin sweat coating
from long hours of reflection
of incarceration
of keeping my small body strong
In the still air of the dungeon
Beneath
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