I feel like a territory
A property in a portfolio
A something to defend at all costs.
Beasts roar with wild rage
Blood spurts across my face
Fights break out in the hallway.
I’m wrapped in bandages
To keep the sun from my eyes
And I’m fed oranges from far away.
I’ll look back and I’ll laugh
And I’ll count all my stars as lucky
I see them now – through the bars.