by The Cowl Editor on September 26, 2019
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.
