Lunch brings a breath Of stinking air Solitude is a luxury (Even on the table next to the garbage) here on your polluted
I am a mother Not a well of IQ That everybody who squirms In my amniotic fluid
endure her scorching and burning in the noon time welcome her descent in the evening
A pearl among beards A Lily among Roses A crane among pelicans A source of voyage #poetry
Who will carry us to freedoms' door? Who will unlock the door for us lame, embittered and sick of mind? Time has changed, it no longer speaks our language our ears are mute to its song.
receive the king in him be intimidated by royalty in your hands welcome the responsibility, heave it up and walk the miles ahead happily
via Like a babe.
I refuse to be a number I refuse to be a shadow I refuse to be an hour long pleasure.
We are sent as blank pages I refuse to fill mine with hate.