Contributor: Jessica Enriquez
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My legs were not made to be still
they do not fall vertically
they are rebellious branches
that bend at their pleasure
my voice is not a songbird’s
it is rough and hurried
words don’t flow out gracefully
they erupt unpolished
my hands are not delicate
they are not gentle nor kind
they are strong and versatile
they have sown and they have reaped
my eyes are not opened windows
nor is calm river reflected within them
they are dark opals
projecting fierce seas
my spirit is not submissive
it is free and transforms
it does not restrict to boundaries
it was not made for human prisons
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A poet and a lover of nature, Jessica Enriquez is a 24-year-old college student majoring in English Literature. She enjoys cycling, gardening, and autumn. Her poetry was published in the most current issue of her college's literary journal.
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