Read the submitted poetry by Mansu Edwards // New York City, and visit his website to learn about his book, Biscuits And Yogurt Vol. 1, that features the piece below.
I want to get out.
Strapped like I’m on death row,
Can’t move my delicate limbs.
Listening while you talk to your friends
and I’m squirming.
I think my circulation is cutting off.
You dress me fly, but push me in a wheeled carriage.
You just want to show me around.
Ignore me as I stare at things I’ve never seen before
I guess ya’ll teaching me meditation
or the opportunity to self reflect
because I won’t be able to do that
when I become an adult,
chasing people’s standards
and way of life.