The Art Room
by Shara McCallum
"Because we did not have threads of turquoise, silver, and gold, we could not sew a sun nor sky. And our hands became balls of fire. And our arms spread open like wings."
In this first stanza of the poem, McCallum is saying that the "threads" of society hold us down into thinking a certain way. Yet she says without these restricting "threads" we are free to think and feel on our own accord, thus allowing us able to be creative and different.