They Think I'M A Stone Poem by Ulysses Cabinatan

They Think I'M A Stone



They think I'm a marble
That they can chisel into something
They think I'm a mountain
That needed to be carved
Like that of Mount Rushmore

They think I'm a gelatin
That must fit in to their mold
But I can exist without their chisel
My spirit can breath
Without their mold.

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