I Am Here and I Am Holding My Freedom
From poetry book, I Am... by Everkesia Taylor
Sometimes,
My hands bleed,
Though definitely
Grow numb
Whenever I hold tightly
To the ice that’s thin
And sharp
Like glass.
And sometimes,
My hands shake
Whenever I hold
The liberty of my
Lifetime, as it shivers
Waiting to be used,
And seen as clear
As glass.
This is a poem from Everkesia Taylor’s poetry book, I Am...
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