by The Cowl Editor
Poetry
by Sarah Heavren ’21
I’m fresh, never frozen.
My thoughts are not cold.
They’re living and breathing,
Never growing old.
I’m fresh, never frozen.
I want to be heard.
My thoughts have some value.
It’s what they deserve.
I’m fresh, never frozen.
I don’t fit the mold.
I don’t just go along
With what I am told.
I’m fresh, never frozen.
Yes, I’m different.
But that does not mean
I’m incompetent.
I’m fresh, never frozen.
Although I’m alive,
I will not be spoiled.
My spirit won’t die.