FREE THE WORD

 

Let me scrawl

Do not make me to crawl

Drag myself to that corner

Collect my pen, where you threw it

Make me not to tremble to the microphone

Fear of weapons of mass destruction

Do not petrify me

I want to scribble and spit some words

Words as free as the birds

 

Words of colours

Red, blue, black, white, green and all the rainbow

Words that can curse

My words do not scorn

Red poems as live as live coal

Rods that strikes the rot

I want to yell names

Names like Christopher Columbus, Livingstone, Mackenzie, the so-called queen

I am reddened by yesterday

Those who stole my existence

 

Free the word

Let the word spear

Let the rod poke

The sphere of inspiration stroke

Cherubic and feral strokes

All the circumstances are the inspiration

They are the curator to the pressure and the power

Let the word soften

It be like a lover’s touch traversing the chest of the lover

 

Free the word

Let the word revolve if so it has to

Spin against the immoral routes

Routes inspired by the malicious leaders

Dealers that waters gloom

I n this so-called one home

Practice your norms and customs

Just like faith

Let me not have your muck clung to me

Imposter step back

 

If I paint the sheets

Do not call me names

Let me spit the touches of my inner atom

Do not cage me

Do not game my flesh

Do not grant me a slash

Erase the feelings of consuming my breath

Overlook conspiracy to put me behind the bars

 

Free the word

Word.