Feed me...
I am starving for words and poetry
How dare you passed through my youth and dared not share your voice?
Has no one told you that I only see angels with my ears?
And you never whispered…you never whispered…you never did
I now hunger for your confusing thoughts, your sick brain, beautiful and bright brain
That comes to life in writings frenetically shared inbox
Handle me…
How dare you pass through me now and show me the past that wouldn’t be a future
Yet, I want to drink from this river that quenches your thirst
Like a crawling child, I still know nothing
And you are so rich in colors, sizes, faces…so tall and so intangible
My hands won’t touch the forbidden skin
I feel my tiny body floating on this rebirth out of a male belly
Father me…
I need to be what I was meant to be…