The Newborn Child Poem by patrick o'shaughnessy

i hear a thousand voices
and i am one of them
crying to be heard
like a newborn child
just waiting,
waiting for mom to pick me up
waiting to be held
waiting to be fed
fed by images of a glowing box
telling me who i am
telling me what to do
telling me what to say
but i have a different plan
so i stand,
for the first time ever
i stand

on my own two feet
i take my first steps
gravidty tugs at me
yet i still stand
the glowing box screams
tries to get me down
but for the first time
i say no,
off,
silence,
alone,
peace,
i'm alone with control
no more glowing box
no more commands
no more chains

i hear a thousand voices
and i am one of them
crying to be heard
like a newborn child

but im the only one standing