10 notes on a summer's day

touch me with normality

a childhood i never had. i too might have stood aryan

in the seeding grasses

applauded by the bigots

who sneer at the sight of me. age is no comfort

indeed the options narrow. the prison door is closed. locked by their prejudice

and my simple desire

to live

in a different way. we cannot conform

indeed the options narrow. in the academy we sat

learned

like fools. we read predictability as if it were wisdom. my head bows

i see sunlight glint

across the wooden panels. if only we were free."