Fat Chance, Yo Poem by Mita Diran

If given the chance, then I'd want more
Gimme that pure fat chance
To pocket, to keep
I'd want that talent to play
That music to sing
I want that microtheme of colours
To splash, at your face

You are the lullaby that puts me to sleep
I can close my eyes and let the world die around me
Fire away the cannons
Etch your bullets unto my skin
See how I don't even stir
Ooh, giddy
I am safer in my dreams

Breath into me and I will rise
Rise up, up, and away from these ashes
Keep me enveloped under your wings
At least you, I don't have to keep
At least with you, I know that there are things
That won't stray away
So stay