The Process

I will buy a piece of land Build a concrete box over it Look for my freedom there and call it ‘mine’ I will exchange my dreams For fake appreciation and a lot of dime I will refuse to believe in stars let everyone know that it’s just expensive stones that shine I will put…

why dont you deal with it?

she ties infinity in her head like hair strands with a rubber band that almost puts things to place she knows they only know what you reveal yet does not care showing all she knows  does not even bother becoming friends with ”them” because friends make the worst enemies she remembers you and all that…

Gender

You tell me not to spread my legs if I do  end up being  something wrong I don’t even ‘do’ something wrong I am ”wrong” but if I dont How will I cover  distances? How will universe start? How will you know how art feels like when it pumps your blood? How will you ever…

slow typing in a dark room

I wish the darkness inspired me to be the moon or even a firefly would be more than fine but I am surrounded by so much of it that I don’t remember what it is and what is mine I wish I was a poem born from pain or even a paragraph about how it…

The four letter charm

Those tiny four letter words They been killing women all over the world             D-I-e-t              u-g-l-y              f-l-a-b              l-o-v-e

Dustbin

she works in a off white office cubicle with a blue dust bin in the corner she is expected to ”think outside the box” and ”make a difference” and ”be herself”  only if she is following all the company rules  only if her fresh ideas do not offend the seniors who can’t function in her…

distances

Whatever you say is ”fairly valid” whatever I feel is not Whatever I have I need to ”let go” and whatever you say … comes with a full stop.