What Is Mine Is Mine - Poem by hannah hatfield
The words lie in the pit of my stomach,
they like it there.
Being protected, until old enough to leave.
You cannot pry open my mouth
and have a gander,
take in your drills and change the structure
rinse out my thoughts
for the world to see.
This treasure will be locked away
until the bandits leave.
Then I can turn off the alarms
and speak freely with ease.
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