Poem By Sarah Eve

I had a thought today
Perhaps I would go silent
It is not words, but language I defy
These categories I did not define
Each syllable a rule, a regulation to my thoughts
Not of my own creation
But dominations of expression
The strict borders of a nation
Of whose citizenry I do not belong
Instead I seek the overlaps, the dips and cracks, the nooks and crannies
Where peripherized souls come to gather.

Then I realized that the sweet scent of poetry
Upon your lips
Into my ears
Flows with my hips
As they bend and bow with you
The words that seat themselves at my fingertips
Are not conformity
But freedom
If I let them be reclamations of humanity.

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