By Isabelle Mascary | Editor-in-Chief
From the night I took my very first breathe,
my childhood has been hectic.
A product of my own environment
condemned before I can crawl, walk, or speak,
unable to reject the many vices;
I was forced to accept and protect.
Using my imagination to escape this reality
and to illuminate my dreams because
my mind is the only room that can’t be taken away from me.
My imagination keeps me from becoming weary.
My thoughts and visions allow me to divulge
in the endless possibilities, despite the present conditions before me.