My Poetry
   

Ceremony

Inspired by a play "Design for Living"

They took away my cloths, stole my papers,
Interrupted my reckless singing,
and said it was my beginning.
They stole my unfortunate phrasing,
Revealing smiles and conversations,
And locked me in a closet to let me think
of what I am and what I am to destroy.
It was a bit cold there,
A bit uncomfortable and lonely,
But I went through it all and emerged again
In a different outfit--not my own,
I remember It was floral, and the shoes
Were just a bit tight, but they were
New and bright; I wanted to talk to someone,
But they said I could not be vocal
And I should also stop writing.
They were shaking me up and screaming
This was my new beginning;
Then, they were beating me till I bled...
Finally, they left me alone, and I fled.

Mila Barg

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