I used to speak in photographs
everything I needed to say
could be said in black and white
I’d punctuate in tones of grey
then they took the film away
and gave digital cameras to everyone
and cheapened the art form
the way ill conceived tattoos
can cheapen the look of a woman’s body
everything now is photographed
from every angle, in slow motion,
in ultra high speed, in high definition,
and I find it hard to find my voice
through all the static
most times now I speak in poetry
where everything I need to say
can be said in black and white
I still punctuate in tones of grey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem