By Jesse Poet

I thought I could write

Write not only soothing poems but also songs

I thought I could write stories not only fictions

But also true stories of our freedom that could set us free home

I thought I could write but now they have crippled me

 

I wrote songs of freedom but they told me I needed to be sharpened

I wrote stories of our liberation but they told me I needed an eraser

I wrote poems of our humiliation but they told me I was digging my own grave

I thought I could write but now they have crippled me

 

My life now depends on a sharpener

And so does my death

Every time I write something that does not please them

My life now depends on an eraser when fear engulf me

Because I wrote something that stirred their anger

I thought I could write but now they have crippled me

 

Every time they shoot on me

I keep getting shorter and shorter

Not short of words but shorter in height

But I will keep on writing till they get it right

I thought I could write but now they have crippled me

 

I am the broken pencil with my hope on my sharpener

My eraser will not hide my fears again

But will deal with errors as we write the stories of this Era

Whether they cripple me or clip on me

I will keep on writing I am the BROKEN PEN – SEAL

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