Trapped Bubbles! Poem by Flencirose Basera

Bubbles wildly rolling like trapped balls,
In a small space within me.
A place that controls me.
How can I release them?
Need I relate how it is?
Who will hear me?
Words are used differently.
Mostly they are used to define a picture.
Use words wisely and change a life!
Which words?
When you say words and do actions that reduce me.
That make me little.
Smaller than a dot.
Yet you smile and say, 'are you okay mate? '
You preach fairness and equality.
If I talk will you listen?
Will you hear me cry within my soul?
I am a person!
Just like you!

19/11/10
(Fifi)