Let Me See if I Still Can
This poem is inspired by fear of being silenced by our own silence.Let me see if I still can,Utter my words the old-fashioned wayWrite my stories at the old deskSpeak my languageEat my own foodDrink when I wantSleep when I wantEngage any ideology for the heck of itLove until my limbs acheCry until morningWake up in the middle of nightAnd scribble down my feelingsDance and do what ICannot imagine anymore, neat on the streets,Early in the morning,With a cup of water,Hunched with a pleasant...
