There I was….
Or so I thought
Love is this, love is that
But it shouldn’t be a wrap, tightly
around you, suffocating your every
thought, move and….
I can’t breathe
This ordeal has taken enough toll
For it is I that fails to be free
Free to move, love, smile, laugh and think
I was a hostage for some time
Who’s really paying for the crime?
It was I
A hostage to my own home
In order to ensure I was by the
Is all I remember
For time is of the essence
That time I will never
But this was love?
Stop and sit.
This was what I needed to do,
For I was your boo.
What does that even mean?
It means you wait
And wait and wait
Wait because this is love.
Wait for your name to be called.
Wait for the phone call.
Wait to see if you will be shipped away.
Wait and pray, for never the day.
Wait for the day you will be free.
I will be free.
Oh how I can’t wait to be free.
Free from these chains that have
held me down for so long.
All because you did wrong.
Yet I’m here trying to play it cool.
Everything will be okay, once the
wait is over.
Yelly is a mother, wife and secondary teacher within the Toronto District School Board as well as a PhD candidate at OISE. Her research focuses on empowering young people who are systemically marginalized in classrooms across Canada.