may I interrupt?
May I remind that I’m part of this rendezvous?
Your highness, may i?
I can’t hear my voice.
I need my key for my poultry to lay some eggs of freedom
And name it, use it, care for it
Can i? may i?
You can’t dry my tears to understand
You don’t know what my stomach needs
Cuz you don’t care
You don’t know me at all.
Highness what are you?
Where are you?
May I know you precious line?
© Reina h. Lorenzo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem