My poetry….it is a reply,
A battle cry……...an uppercut,
It is a proof…...a wish…….a statement,
A struggle.
It is a gift….
A commentary, my alchemy,
my alibi.
My poetry is a decision,
An affair
It is a squint….an emotion,
An idea…a motive,
A will,
Travail,
A wail,
My poetry is a sigh,
Sleep walk……
A reality….a frown….a fear,
A seed….a recoil
A grimace.
A gathering of clouds
It is a spirit….
A mug shot….
A clamor…
A riot….
A boycott,
A confession….
Confrontation…..
Demonstration….
Remonstration….
Wistful bile that crawls from the pit of my stomach,
Up into my mouth….
I spit it out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem