I hold a pen with both hands,one from my heart an the other from my mind
i write on a messy page because i show not mercy in poetry
i don’t draft i drift on the page smoothly to the finish line
i write poetry as peace of history
i hold my temper carefully
and make noise with unspoken words carelessly
I dig the page with my pen
because i know i can
when i am on stage
i brake the chain
with poetry i unlock the cage
and fill up the page
poetry runs in my veins