Children of the Panopticon — Maisha Manson

By Maisha Manson

Photo of slats of light in a dark room by Martin Adams on Unsplash

Scar tissue runs lightning bolts across the spaces on your hands use to grip too tight,

runs heartbeat solid across your feet

Your knees rough and bruised, can still taste the dirt

The sunshine, is the only thing that holds you properly now,

As you take the first step out of surveillance

Give it a minute your eyes will re-adjust

Writer, Cultural Activist, Designer. https://hellofranceslee.com/

Writer, Cultural Activist, Designer. https://hellofranceslee.com/