“We need room to dream, room to grow, room to find our own voice.”
– Maya Angelou
Room Assignment
Have you ever
felt trapped?
Trapped in a room.
A room you
didn't choose
but were assigned?
Your room.
Your assignment.
Planned in the deepest
shades of white: off-white,
bone, bare, beige,
bleached of all
that makes life bright?
Boring!
One small window
tightly framed
looks out
where colors thrive:
leaves reach, minty sage;
blooms blaze, lavender,
rosy, yellow bright;
butterflies flutter, golden-winged;
sky opens, azure light.
The air out there,
sharp with pine,
cool with clover,
sweet watered soil.
But in here
filtered air
shouts over silence,
circulating safety,
reducing risk.
Everything
is dressed
in white
to appear
perfect.
But is it?
Words That Hold Space
“We need room to dream…” – Maya Angelou
Featured Poem
A playful reflection on sweetness, color, and meaning just beneath the sugar shell.
💬 Join the Conversation
Have you ever been placed in a space that didn’t feel like your own?
Room Assignment explores that quiet tension—and we’d love to hear how it resonates with you.
What do “rooms” mean to you?
Feel free to share your reflections, interpretations, or your own stories in the comments below.
