Poem by Jaden Pierce
Who in the hell invented fences? They encage one like an animal. I cut my finger once trying to climb one Acting as a barrier of separation, Don’t cross this line or else. Doesn’t matter what the fuck they’re made of: Metal, wood, or tinfoil All serving the same purpose Like three blind mice looking for a knife, I ought to tear down a fence. Kick it down with my shoe — One too damn tall to climb. That would make for some excitement. Imagine a world without fences. Then one could really be free.
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Jaden Pierce is an emerging Asian American poet and writer from the DC area.