More than words on a page

It is melody and rythm. It silence and pauses. It is read. It is spoken. Poetry is life. Life is poetry

Roar

I don’t see colors

Those are the words of the blind

Oblivious to the yoke at my collar

Ignorant of the shackles used to bind

How I feel is not up for debate

How I feel is not for others to negate

For far too long have my struggles

Been reduced to me being susceptible

But now my unapologetic roar

Rises for all to hear

Shakes the system at the core

The change is here

The word is the umbilical cord

Tethering me to this world

Setting free what I craft inside

Capturing all that is replied

Carrying images, ideas, and sounds

Chirping of birds, barking of hounds

The word is powerful, the word is mighty

The word can be fowl, as it can be empty

Bold, its reach is limitless

Shy, it comes under duress

The word is all I can afford

It is my umbilical cord