I Want to Fly

better than yesterday
but worse than today
trapped inside this asylum
(calls itself an embassy)
no access to civilization
'cept for 1 call an 'our

only reason i'm writing:
miss begley was the one i called today
was going to post a general update
but she told me lanier had a poem on mockingbirds
and supposedly,
that makes me the shakespeare of birds
may i get my wings and fly.

(PS: I found a few poems I wrote earlier on the journey over... here, so I'll post them when I actually get to OWT! Oh, grr. I called MB yesterday and dictated something to have her type up, but I wasn't in a poem-writing mood. Thankfully she lost it and I was in that kind of mood today!)

Lanier's poems (check them out!)

Detained

I'm here!
Finally, home
In the place he called home
Not sure where I stand
But my father once placed his feet
Upon this very ground

I'm here -
I'm not.
I am an American -
For real this time -
I'm not.
I'm Arabic, half-arabic
Half-arabic too much
I'm Muslim, all-muslim
All-muslim too much
I'm stuck at this checkpoint
And there's no way around it.