...TRADITION'S TIDE...

Though I'm one of many waves
With murky depths unknown,
Caressing sandy beaches,
I drift and toss alone.

Hypnotic beams of moonlight
Stroke my frothy wave,
Seducing me with radiance,
I am just a slave.

Soon the moon will rise
And move me with the tide
And rape me of my freedom,
There is no place to hide.

Against the stormy tempest,
With whirlpools in my thoughts,
I overthrow tradition's tide,
With independence sought.

[Poem originally written by Elzie at age 18.]

(This piece of art is titled "The Statement".)