I claw my way up the barrier,
built to inhibit my success.
Oh why have the masses,
caused me so much distress?
My psyche is already scared,
from many attempts to escape.
Society has painted rules on canvas,
their restrictions on my life’s landscape.
But my will is strong from battle,
as I move forward against constraints.
Prejudice and hate cannot stop me,
for my body will loosen their restraints.
My friends can offer encouragement,
they may lend me verbal support.
But in the end it is up to me,
to pierce the aristocratic fort.
David Andre Davison has written many children’s stories for Red Squirrel Magazine in Beijing, and poetry for Shabda Press and Anak Sastra. He is an American expat, residing in the Philippines with his wife Amy, a chef.