What is poetry? And what not?
Who is to decide where to tie a knot?
Is there just one way to feel and breathe?
Where is the freedom to write and read?

If there was no Elizabeth,where Shakespeare
would be? Observing the clouds under a tree?
Why did Vincent cut off his ear?
Was it a hate speech that he didn't want to hear?!

Be yourself, but if you don't fit in this box,
you're not exactly the populi vox .
"All animals are equal but some are more equal than others. "
The one who accepts it, has no bothers.

But who am I to be myself?!
That opportunity is for someone else.
And who am I to think these thoughts?!
When fabricated truth is already brought.





© Bea_Kiddo