Out Here On My Own©

Out Here On My Own©

By Felina Silver Robinson

I’m determined to rise up from the box that I’ve been stored in

I can’t survive here much longer

I can no longer breathe

I’m sure you would never find me

I’m deep in the city where no one dares to come

No one wants to teach me

So I must teach myself

Food is often scarce

So I find a way to harvest my own

I will not become a beggar

I expect no one to care for me

When I’m ailing

I will heal myself

Because I take from no one

I know that I can’t be poisoned

Because I do no wrong

I know I can’t be placed in an even colder cell

I’ve already had enough of my own private hell

So I live here quietly waiting for change

For a time when my box becomes a grand piece of land

Surrounded by homes that others would be proud to own

In a neighborhood that would no longer be feared

But wanted by all

We’d all share resources

And

No longer would I be all on my own

Doing everything meant just for me

I could be part of a bigger picture

Still knowing if I ever had to

I could in fact hold my own

This poem is dedicated to all those

Fighting the good fight

Longing and striving to

Be a part of bigger and better things