Crabs

We knew of no given opportunities to realize our greatness

Our curses came in whispers
Echoed against our chambers
We knew the feeling of illegal full well
While holding bellies full of desire to be free

Our confines decorated with chant and mantra
Towering above our sight-lines
We would spend endless expanses of time
Recklessly seeking validation
Stir-crazy and crowded
Searching for solace

Liberty a possibility
Demanding unity

— enigma