I feel a poem inside
centenarian and leeway,

sounding fearful voice
writhing to survive.

I feel a poem inside
untameable riving gun
of criminal-words bullets
unwilling to compromise.

My emotional involution has now been whipped.
I feel a poem inside.

© D'Afropolitana 

day 1 | 15 August 2011

short bio: Has a BA in Caribbean Studies with Spanish and Latinamerican Studies (main subject: Postcolonial Literature). Writing and Photography are my two hobbies for creative work. Spain.