#WritcoPoemChallenge
Bold strokes of a confident hand,
The painting is a masterpiece,
Executed as planned...

My lips have started speaking up
They were sewn shut
But have begun to unravel
My lips have started moving up
They have begun soaring over limits
Now I tell the truth
To my whispers and to my silences
I tell them, I tell them.
Now we are there for ourselves!!!
I tell them, I tell them
To the broken stars, I say
To every particle of the universe
Listen, now that my lips are free
To the watch guards of conscience
To the customs and traditions, I say
To the deserts awaiting each drop of rain
Listen, now that my lips are free
To the watch guards of Identity, I say
I tell them, I tell them
To people, I say
To the words burning in my heart
Listen, now that my lips are free
To those who suppress voices
I tell them, I tell them, I tell them.......
It doesn't look like my writing
In whose story am I the Muse???
Whose dream is this???
Whose thought is it???
In whose failure am I the catalyst???
It's me, it's me
Don't provoke me
Or I'll speak the truth
Don't provoke me
Or I'll speak the truth
It doesn't look like my writing
In whose story am I the Muse???
I am, I am
Whose dream is this???
Whose thought are these???
In whose failure am I the catalyst???
I am, I am
Don't provoke me
Or I'll speak the truth
Don't provoke me
Or I'll speak the truth
Don't provoke me
Or I'll speak the truth
Don't provoke me
Or I'll speak the truth
Or I'll speak the truth......