Poetry

59-Year Old Baby

Celebrate me all because I’m free.
Singing praises from this tunnel.
At least I’ve been able to pull out the stones of my tomb.
Celebrate me all because I’m free.
Sipping from the bellies of my poor children.
To freshen my worn-out skin.
Celebrate me all because I’m free.
though I still wear the prisoner’s scent.
Putting one block each year to build a bridge.
Celebrate me all because I’m free.
The star is just over there!
I know years have gone,
But don’t mock me all because I’m crawling.
I’m just a 59-year old baby.

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