POTS AND PANS

They said

pots and pans

were all that could define my potential

little did they know their words were prisons

that locked me away from my progress

I was less than a person

More than a caged parrot

their actions pricked me like pins

their limits made me powerless

little did they know all this pushed me

towards the path to become poetry

simply by using

papers and pens

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