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“Not my prison” a poem by Eric King

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“Not my prison”

This is not my home

Not my tan clothes or

scratchy wool blanket

My fucking chamber to rest

or my niche

I am not an inmate

that is a title bestowed

by monsters in blue clothes

This is not my job

and these are not my ‘co-workers’

I have no boss

Issues they have are not my problems

These are not my shackles

or my constraints

I didn’t make, buy, or ask for any

It is not my phobia of lost control

that build these cathedrals of despair

This is not my home

These are not my ‘friends’

I have no desire to humanize

or fraternize

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