Fences

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.