I may not speak to you outloud
My voice is numb
And my breath small
Provoke my privilege to speak
Hear me
In my poems
That I may be baptized again
By margins and sattle stiched seams
A pen on white paper
I snort the blue lines
Inbetween
By a key pad
Blog page
And thoughts of my own
In the darkness of my heart
I sat by your thrown
I've brought you to earth
To hear our conversation
Yelled at you and questioned my suffering
Knowing you can deliver me from anything
I just ask that you hear me.
I close my eyes and we sit face to face
And when I'm enough christian you brought me out of that place to show me I'm beautiful despite a rose from concrete. You showed the panties of a coward through rhymes and prose and we passed that bridge when we got there.
Still waters
I've fit them and worn them well
Like holes that grow odor
Horrific to smell
But you can still hear me
I choose not to speak
Linger idlely between satin sheets
On a sunday Bethany baptist wont see me
My steps are fractured
My words like hazards
Metaphorical blasphemy
Did I speak?
Its just a simple poem....
I know you can hear me
