To the judges
I wanted to write you a poem,
that would make you smile or laugh
I thought maybe I could I share my pain
but apparently my words were too chaff.
Perhaps if I could have written you my poem
My world wouldn’t seem so gray
for you made me think, should I ever be heard
I must stand down and obey.
I could have written you a poem
one that would have tickled your sides
but censorship is a jail cell
where creativity comes to die.