I want to share my words with the world
see them dashing down boulevards
shrieking stories whispered in dark corners
harsh poetry rioting in the streets
clubbing the unaware–
dragging the naive
kicking and screaming
into a place they pretend not to know about
I want to watch raw lines tear open the eyes
of the voluntarily blind–
scratching their retinas
using shards of glass hearts
broken through violence
they sweep under their Pottery Barn rugs
I want to hear criticism screeching back
at the controversy of which they speak
throwing stones to break the backbone
of unspoken truths
going at it tooth and nail like cracked out junkies
vying for their next hit
no more hiding behind my smile…
my words are ready to fight.
