These are not my hands
that move my pencil cross the paper
and diligently hold this face
Nor are these my legs
that holds this body
moves it place to place
This head that rests
Resting on the shoulders
Does not belong to me
The shoulders upon it rests
sturdy as they are
are stolen property
As I settle in the chair
through eyes that are not mine
I see my mind is banned
Though swiftly, fingers move
clicking down below, writing
'These are not my hands.'