Poetry:
     Marginalized

Renard B. Harris
Doctoral student
The University of Tennessee, Knoxville
E-mail: RenardBHarris@aol.com

Marginalized

I don't like being in the margin:
It is like the corner of a room.
I'm caged,
My freedom is fenced with barbed wire.
I wake up with ideas
But go to sleep with rejections.
I shout out dreams
And I am hushed by reality,
A reality that controls my choices,
Choices measured by someone else's vision.
What they cannot see
Cannot be my choice.
I choose to have a voice,
I choose to be heard!
But I am in the margin.
No one listens.

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