Made of Copper
Place me on a platform
made of copper.
Gold is too good.
Hold me up,
hold me high.
Promise to never set me down.
On my own feet.
I wish to see the sky
without distraction.
What do they do on the other side?
Do they stare back?
Please don't lower me.
I wish to see you,
but I cannot risk being dependent
on another.
See me.
Understand me.
Life me high.
Hold on tight.
This poem is about:
Me