Poetry

Why do you want to cut my voice,

sculpt and blunt the edges of my words, 

put me on a dais and call it poetry.

For me, it is an insatiable hunger, 

an unstoppable urge to puke, 

a unrelenting desire to pee,
That's what is poetry.

So don't lure me with your intellectual masturbation,

or rims of news prints that goes down the toilet everyday. 

I don't want to be a sensation,

don't tie me in your definition for success.

I don't need a white shawl
or a hanging bag on my shoulder to look the part, 

I'll never look the part, I don't want to look the part,

a torn piece of jeans and a full sleeve shirt is all I need.

Let me be a bit gibberish, incoherent. 

Let me stammer and stuttered my words to you, 

without any form or structure. 

Rhyme or rhythm. 

Lucidity or logic. 

Just let me speak.