You’re not a child, they said,
The queue tagged children is already too long.
Grab the costume labeled adult,
This you forever,
Dressed in black and white,
Only a pile of dirt in sight.
This is your mess,
Clean, take responsibility,
Surrounded by cardboard,
A desk, a chair, and a frog named ‘toad’.
‘They told me I can get out’,
‘I am a toad ‘,
‘If I keep at it, I’ll grow I’m sure’
‘Just need to keep at it some more’
‘They told me, I’m bigger than the other guys’,
‘I have promise’
‘They told me I need to try harder’
‘They told me they’d give me a ladder’
Up, I can see the sky,
A distance not too short, not much high,
A trap or a road?
A frog’s been told he’s a toad.
‘Start now’, their voice echoed,
’40 years to life’, I’ve been sentenced,
I see the desk, I see the files,
Is this how I die?
I don’t want to be here,
This isn’t me,
I need a knife,
Can’t leash me to a chair and call this ‘life’.
I rope falls, adorned with thorns,
I look at the frog,
‘Let’s go!’ I shout,
‘And bleed to death on our way out?’
‘They’ll send the ladder, they told me’
‘Thorns are painful’
‘I can live in this box till then’
‘I tried once, never again’
‘Don’t take it, this is good’
‘They give you a bed and food’
‘Eventually you’ll like it here’
‘The outside is murky and unclear’
I looked the frog,
I walked towards the rope,
I looked up at the blue sky,
I could live here, why try?
Safe and sound I could live,
‘They give a bed and food’
A desk and a file,
‘Outside, you could be lost for miles’
A toad, a frog, a well, a box,
A rope, thorns, a fear, pain,
A sky, a tease, a hope, a lie,
A climb, a fall, I die.
I start, my hands bleed,
Unlocked, unboxed, I wished to be,
‘Maybe I’ll die, but I’ll be free’
‘I can’t wear this costume and pretend this is me’
You’re not a child’, they said,
The further from the bottom I got,
I smelled grass, as the air grew hot,
And I smiled.