The FUI program has a very, very full schedule. In the midst of classes, working with non-profit organizations, and community living, most people need some sort of outlet, some release for the torrent of emotions that comes with such full experience. Many interns use poetry as this outlet, and the following is one such example.
"Stories Untold"
An innocent princess,
precious as a flower
The schemes of a villain
darkly shadow our tale
In our fables, we know
goodness always prevails
Charming prince, tall and bright
Our happy ending is here
A quiet smile across
the face of a tired child
content in naive tale
safe within the stories
Yet the single mother
knows a truer story
Within the city walls
flowers lose their petals
Surely villains exist
but they rarely have a face
Rather some nameless force
or a demon within.
We don't write these villains
Darker than our tales dare
Deep in our very world
Sewn in our very self
For most with truer tales
there is no charming prince
No deus ex machina
No savior within sight
A prostitute without
any means to escape
A widower whose tears
wet the street where he sleeps
The same single mother
working two jobs by day
weeps for her child by night
Theirs are stories untold
Father, be the light
Stronger than our villains
Mend the broken flower
Rewrite stories untold
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