Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Big talent,
sits in her room,
every vein alive,
pulsing to reveal,
stuck fast,
in ditches,
of powerlessness.

Big talent,
waits like a child,
for adoption,
hope prison,
thick gray,
steely cages,
of birthright.

Big talent,
a plate of food,
for the overfed,
gourmet fare,
unnoticed,
china plates
get raves.