WHO hates me? scholars? sisters? Brothers?
Mother? Father? I write the words
of my heart and expect no return!
I write the pain and pleasure and never stop!
I was a child and then I grew up! And now an
ADULT OF DEAD CHILDREN — not
me but you!!! And who are you?
With your foundation of preconceived
poetry and I’m so sad to say! A MEAT puppet of academic
halls and you can tear down the
diploma of your years learning –>
try to make something NEW ON YOUR OWN:
and then I’ll notice Y O U
—->>i PRAISE change AND FEAR
no-thing within institutions
and I’m living FREE –? ARE YOU!?