Baptism&Rebirth

• Tamati Laurence, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2016

Once I was a criminal,
Who made bad choices,
Twenty years was the minimal,
For people who hurt those with voices.

I’m finally out,
Free at last,
I’m mostly about,
Straying from the bars

The priest gently lowers me,
Into the lake,
I feel my biggest worry,
Keeping me awake.

My eye’s are shut,
But I see everything.
All the cuts,
Wrongly created by envy.