Out Of Uniform Poem by ashley helebe

It is my last year now.
up in my mind,
i have created a picture film of myself without uniform
the uniform that used to be my make up
before the shoot
the uniform that made me
ere me made myself
the uniform that i used to respect
ere i do something fondly
the uniform that used to provide me
with dignity infront of my enemies
the uniform that made me to look equally
to those who used to look down
when they saw me
and critised how my brain work.

'how do i live without it'
that is the question i have
will i fly high like an eagle?
or will i be like a pig?