They expect me to grow up
with my head ducked under a Doorway
compressed, sheltered, naive
not understanding that when
the blinders are released from the edges of my eyes,
I will leap willingly from what they've built for me, and realize
that there is a whole other earth, a whole other land another land
with golden roads and witches and men made of tin
loves and brains, and prizes to win.
No hesitation,
I will cry and sing and dance -
live my life and take the chance
but for now
I'm trapped under this old
wooden Doorway,
blinders stuck to the side of my head.
Able to see only what I am allowed to see -
instead of what I want to see instead,
leaving my Wonderful World of Oz
Yet to be discovered.
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